Devils Flower Novels & Stories

The little devil burnt his mother’s garden and all the flowers died. They didn’t know how he did it but the flowers well all burnt and when they asked Ambrosia because he was the one with him in the garden, he too didn’t know what happened. Mercy wanted to test him and took him to one of the houses in the pack. He put him in the garden but within minutes the flowers all withered away and died. Now he was given a soft fairy for a mate? He would kill her then; Mercy was sure of it.

Flowers that Revania had used before to taunt her. Devia’s throat tightened. There was a small folded card tucked inside the bouquet. Her shaking fingers hovered above it before she pulled her hand back sharply. She already knew who it was from. She didn’t have to read it. A sound behind her made her gasp—a quick step, the creak of the floor. She spun around— Damien stood a few meters away in the hallway, frozen mid-step, eyes wide as he took in the flowers. “What is that?” he demanded.

"Now, if you look here at the journal entry, you'll see that it says the settlers 'waited amidst the flowers and leaves' with the expectation that 'the mouth of the devil would close upon those offered there in peace, their flesh being taken as a sacrifice for the spirits' delight with the rising of the silver sun.'" "Alright," Lunus said, not understanding the extent of his apparent excitement. "So... they were making some sort of an agreement with the genizem, then, like you thought. Some sort of strange... peace offering." "Lunus, you don't understand me," he told her, his voice alive with excitement. "This passage talks about the mouth of the devil closing on the sacrifice of flesh. Now!

What sinister plans do my uncles have for me? Have they truly handed me over to the devil himself?

In a few seconds, he was towering over me, pressing a finger on my lips to threaten me, " Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years."

"That's from Noah, isn't it?" "It's just a professional courtesy," I said quickly. "Professional courtesy?" He laughed. "Thea, that thing probably cost a thousand dollars. Nobody sends a thousand-dollar bouquet for 'professional courtesy.'" "He's just being... generous." "Or interested." Liam wiggled his eyebrows comically. "Come on, you can't tell me you haven't noticed how he looks at you." Heat crept up my neck. "You're imagining things." I turned away, busying myself with finding a vase large enough for the flowers. "It doesn't matter anyway. This is business. Nothing more."

"Granny, forgive my ignorance, but what are you talking about?" Without any pretense, Granny pointed to the moss on the stone steps. "Devil's Bursting Moss. It blooms with a special powder and releases tiny spores. "Once the spores get inside through any opening, they soak up moisture and... boom. They explode." She had only read about such a thing in ancient texts, never imagining she would encounter it alive. The revelation of the Devil's Bursting Moss left the others speechless, their faces contorted in shock. There was a legend in Grimalkin about a place overrun by that moss that bloomed one day, claiming thousands of lives. Since then, it has become a rare and nearly extinct menace.

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

My gaze shifted to the inside of the building and the beauty that welcomed me was something I hadn't seen before. The tiles were black, with a gold circle in the middle of the entrance. The letter G and R was integrated into the circle, the ends of the letters touching the insides of the circle. A chandelier bigger than I'd ever seen hung over us, illuminating the room with its bright light. At each edge of the walls were flower pots, filled with dandelions. My favourite flower. I tried not to think too much about that and just brushed it aside, calling it a coincidence.