Devils Flower Novels & Stories

The growl evolved and fluctuated in so much rage. He is faster than I imagine and getting closer sooner than I expected. I pull my sword out of thin air. The sword that's been forged by the man who is famously known as the "Devil's hand". Every soldier and warrior dreams of possessing a weapon that is been forged by him. It is said to be indestructible and the only weapon that can kill a supernatural being. You may be wondering how I possessed a such treasure, well, he used to summon me and wished to be the best blacksmith in the world, so I gave the Devil's hand and in return, instead of taking his soul, I ask him to make me the best sword that can kill all types of supernatural being inclu

There was no grass, and only bitter winds blew. The only visible things were the flowers growing on both sides of the road, appearing extremely beautiful and lush. Those were red spider lilies, also known as lycoris radiata, or the corpse flower. It was said the flowers bloom for a thousand years and withered for another thousand years, so the flowers and leaves never meet. Love transcended karma, and destiny dictated life and death. It was said to be the flower of the underworld, growing by the banks of the river of oblivion. It was beautiful, ominously so.

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

He smirked. “I want you to beg me to fuck you!" He commanded, bringing his head closer to my thigh and running his tongue over my throbbing clit. That burning sensation ignited through my thigh as another moan erupted from my throat. I swallowed my pride. “Fuck me, Luca. Fuck me!” I begged, my breath hitched. He smirked, licking my flower again. I whimpered, my chest heaving. “Luca…” I moaned out as his tongue went in and wiggled inside of me.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

“If it’s another dead animal, I’m lighting you on fire.” “Lesson learned,” I muttered, then revealed the flower. A single flamepetal, its orange-red glow still faintly pulsing. “Rare, sacred to witches, grows only during solstice droughts. I had to hike halfway up Blackthorn Hill to get it.” She blinked. “You brought me a flamepetal?” “Well,” I said. “I didn’t climb a hill for my health.” She crossed her arms. “So is this flirting or apologizing?” “Both,” I said without missing a beat.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

I have to stay focused on Flora. Devon turned around, looking at Vanessa with a gaze full of regret. "Vanessa, forget what happened last night. I was heavily drunk. Today, I will still stand at the altar to marry Flora. I must take responsibility for my promise to her. Please, don't say anything to Flora." Without waiting for Vanessa's answer, Devon grabbed his car keys and left the apartment with hurried steps, preparing to face his wedding altar with Flora. On the bed, Vanessa, who was left alone, slowly straightened her body. Her sad facial expression vanished instantly, replaced by a highly satisfied, demonic smirk. "Go to your altar, Devon. That party will never go according to your pla

He picked up his phone and dialed Vinyl's number and soon afterwards there was a knock on the door. “Come in.” Khalil responded. “You sent for me boss.” He said holding a laptop. “You were at the wedding yesterday. Did you see that black girl with the Argento family?” “Yes, I spoke to her. Her name is Pamela.” “What else do you know?” “Don’t you know Bloom?” Vinyl asked. “Bloom is dead.” He answered. “She’s his step daughter, turns out he didn’t treat them right and I think the girl must have set him on fire after her mother died at the shoot out.”