Devils Day Party Novels & Stories

Our Lord shall return, glorious and unblemished, marking the death of a corrupt demon and the rebirth of our beloved Deity. Join us on the 25th of November at Bare Mountain's Shadow Caverns. The party starts at 18:00. Please click the link to book your tickets. Alinta found it intriguing how this page presented a positive ideology about the Deity. Not once was the word "rogue" mentioned. Were these people associating the Deity with goodness because of his past deeds before he turned?

Taking a shaky, shallow breath, I followed Devlin towards the heavy velvet curtains that separated the dimly lit backstage shadows from the bright, leering eyes of the waiting audience. "Ladies and gentlemen!" Roy's booming voice, amplified by the club's powerful sound system, reverberated through the backstage area. "Tonight, the Devil's Club is proud to present a very special debut! A vision of ethereal beauty, a whisper of moonlight in the darkness... a creature of mystery and allure! Give a roaring Devil's Club welcome to Angel!"

“Then you will watch your kingdom burn from the inside. Every ally will turn, every soldier defect, every coin rot in your hand. Because I already own them. You are kings and queens only so long as I allow it.” For a long moment, silence reigned. Dante’s fists clenched, his fury palpable. But before he could speak, Amara leaned forward, her gaze locked on the Devil’s. “And what do you gain by offering us mercy?” she asked. His eyes gleamed. “Entertainment. Even devils like their games.” --- The Private Dance Later, when the music shifted to something slower, Il Diavolo extended his hand toward Amara. “Dance with me,” he said.

“You should come tonight, Irene. Everyone's going. Even the old grannies are digging out their pearls.” “I said no.” He sighs. “It's not about him. It's about us. We finally get to stand in the hall like we belong there. We finally get to attend parties involving the Pack. We've never had this privilege.” I stop walking. “Jasper, drop it.” He opens his mouth then freezes. His gaze slides past me and widens. I smell cedar before I turn. Devon leans against a towering pine twenty feet away, arms folded, black coat open to reveal a white shirt, first five buttons left undone, despite the chill. His eyes lock on me like a sniper's scope. Cool. Patient. Terrifying.

Daylen suggested. Devon slightly laughed. It was so like his brother to make such a suggestion. He had seen the person Daylen had become in the last eight hundred years. The darkness had seized control of his heart and mind as he continued his punishment. But facing it face to face was a little heartbreaking. "I heard you finally found Sy..." "Utter his name from your lips and it will be your last words," Daylen threatened. His blood boiling at Devon's audacity to try and call out to his beloved.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

“Trying to leave so soon?” “I guess the party has just started.” that devilish smirk played on his face, and Ramona knew the devil was awake now, and there was no word in his dictionary known as FREEDOM.

Mine looks like an uncultured swine is living in it. I set the tray down and glanced at him. He’s still standing by the door, watching me with narrowed eyes. “You’re acting weird,” he said. Of course, I am. Who would want to enter the devil’s den? And you call these things in the tray food for the lion? Oh, dear, I’m a walking dead prey. I laughed nervously. “I’m not acting weird. I just… thought you could use a friend. You’ve been cooped up in here since the party. ”

If the devil herself was shaken, and her minions looked like death, what the fuck was he a mere mortal going to do with the facts? Cass walked in a half hour later, showered, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and looking way better than when she'd left him. "I'm sorry I left the way I did." "No problem, just tell me what the fuck is going on." "Pedro, do you have the names?" "Yes, the bastards went to a bar and bragged about what they did. One of ours was there and contacted me. Too easy if you tell me, I think they were told to be caught, force you into action."

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..."