Devilish Queen Novels & Stories

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

She is trapped, ensnared in the web of my sadistic pleasure. I watch as her spirit flickers, her defiance crumbling like a fragile facade. The flames of my devilish happiness grow higher, burning brighter with each passing moment. In this realm of shadows and despair, I am the unholy king, reveling in the intensity and seriousness of my malevolent dominion.

Just who the hell does that two-faced bi*ch thinks she is? Storming back to the banquet hall, he scanned his eyes around and seeing her by the buffet table, he got there in an instant and without any hesitation, pulled her by the forearm and led her out to the quiet balcony. "How dare you touch me with that filthy, cheap body of yours?! Get this into your head; don't you ever dare come within a mile radius of me again. Ever. I thought I've met devilish women but you, you're the worst! You're the entire package; the devil-incarnate! You're definitely not Angelina, but Devilina McQueen. I believed I hated women before but you, I don't just hate you. I despise you, l loathe you, I detest you. I

"So tell me, King Devaro when you you plan on executing that dearest mother of yours" He snapped my attention to his dark reddish eyes, he was dress in a black suit with a red shirt, his chest lost a lot of buttons showing off skin the demoness caressed so lustfully. The demoness are called incubus, sex driven demons. Snapping back to attention I frowned at the intonation of his words. "And what makes you think I plan on taking down my mother's rule?" He laughed wholeheartedly. "Enough with the games Devaro. we both know that your mother is weak, she degrades everyday"

“I’m going to give you one more chance to answer my question before I bring your nightmares to life.” He grits his teeth and spits. “Bring it on demon bitch.” I shake my head with a small wag of my finger. “Now you see—I’m not a demon. I’m the queen of hell and the devil’s daughter,” I grin. “All the more reason for me to keep my mouth shut,” he snaps. “You think you’re brave don’t you?” I sneer. “You think you’re a hero for protecting the Council?”

Delilah stood over the ruined corpse, her twin heads rising as one, howling into the blood-red sky. It wasn’t just a victory. It was a declaration. She was no longer a queen in waiting. She was the Queen of Nations. She shifted slowly, her breathing heavy, her body glistening with sweat and magic. As her form returned to that of a woman, she collapsed to her knees, nearly naked, her skin shimmering faintly with the remnants of her divine transformation. She raised one hand. And with a simple wave, the cursed bindings that held the women shattered like glass.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

Like he hadn't just been standing there shaking with his head down. A pause. Then Syris's voice through the speaker. Quiet and dry like always. "I wasn't aiming for you, Varek." A small rattling sound. A laugh maybe. "I want my queen back." Another pause. Slower. Heavier. "How does it feel... knowing everyone who gets close to you ends up in pieces?" Varek said nothing. The lights hummed. Watching his back from the table. The stillness of it. The way his hand holding the phone had gone white at the knuckles.

I will also not force you to perhaps do some actions that you shouldn't do. "Believe me, none of that is a problem, and I really know that this is fate. Lilian has taken the wrong path, of course there must be a very appropriate punishment. Do you think a figure who has gained power from the devil will be able to become a wolf again? The woman had made an agreement in which the woman had given up her identity as an Alpha woman and became the devil's queen. Of course that was a very real thing and no matter what, the figure of the devil's queen that the woman had now obtained could not be replaced and would not can never be replaced by anyone and can never return to being a wolf again. And mo