Devils Day Party Novels & Stories

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

For the first time in history, devils and angels gathered in one place. The Devil’s Fortress shimmered under moonlight pouring through stained glass windows, casting an ethereal glow over the grand wedding venue. Guests stepped inside and paused, awestruck by the breathtaking sight. The entire hall was adorned with striking black and white flowers, demonic symbols subtly woven into the architecture, and a long silver aisle lined with burning candles. Alpha Magnus stood proudly with a glass of wine in hand, his chest puffed with unmistakable pride. His gaze met King Evran’s at the same moment, both fathers sharing a rare, silent understanding as they looked toward Caelus and the Heavenly Empe

ALISSA’S POV I had no idea what happened; one minute I was enjoying the party like Russo asked me to, this time alone. I made sure to stay away from those demonic women before I ended up throwing their asses in a pool or something, and the next morning, Russo would be punishing me. I was desperately trying not to think of Russo’s words too. I’ve learned to hold things that come from that man like a pinch of salt. He was playing games he was very good at, and I would stay the fuck out of it.

He resumed, increasing the tempo: “There are devils young and devils old Whose hearts have become black as mold They’re tradesmen of the human soul It is their favorite drink There are devils in the Parliament Who work to bring about descent The people who they represent Are not the ones you think . . . ” I listened, watching the impressive movements of Mr. Beauxdera’s fingers, my entire body still. I felt Mother’s hand grasp my shoulder, but when I looked at her, she had not taken her eyes off the stage. Her mouth hung open, her eyes distant, as if overcome by a memory. The audience was becoming quite stirred, most of them muttering their disapproval, but Mr. Beauxdera was not done: “The de

Taylor said, pressing his body against hers. Inner Devil and Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil were holding hands, screaming: “Ahhhhh!” Inner Devil: “This isn’t sex, but it’s close enough!” Inner Devil: “It’s getting hot in here!” Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil: “So hot!” Inner Devil: “So take off all your clothes.” Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil: “I am gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off!” Inner Devil frowned, saying: “Please don’t.”

"You all need to stop worrying so much because this will work perfectly. Here's how it's going down. The witnesses will show up at the party and they'll crash it by testifying against Desmond Smith right there in front of everyone and in the middle of all that the person in charge of visuals will plug a flash drive into the computer and the footage will be displayed on the projector for everyone to see. Every single evil thing that the devil has done will be exposed tonight right in front of all his fellow powerful people." "I'm still not okay with this but since you say so I'll agree. We just have to be extremely careful about every single step we take." Claire's voice was quiet but firm. "

I say, and when she stares at me for a moment too long, I add: "since my blackout." She nods and settles on my bed. "Do you want to get wasted tonight? It's sort of a ritual over here. We sneak out and crash at clubs on day-offs." I lean against my dresser, biting on my pinky nail as I consider her words. "Why do I feel like it's against the rules?” "Because it is," Valeria returns. “But I know that doesn't bother you.” Well, no kidding.