Devils Flower Novels & Stories

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!

“It’s very fragrant. It tickles my nose.” He looked at the devil tree with disdain. The flowers were so small. Fian said with a smile, “The smell from the devil tree is quite strong. It can tickle your nose if you smell it too much.” She gave it a thought and said, “There’s also jasmine. It also smells quite strong, but it has a different scent to that of the flowers from the devil tree.” Conrad looked at how she worked very hard to explain it to him and he felt warmth spreading from his heart into his limbs.

Raphael asked, and my eyes lit with recognition. Yes, the Stardust flower. I had read of that too. It was said that demons hated the flower because it was formed from the light seeds of the stars. The book said the faes used it to stop The Cursed at that time but also said it doesn’t exist. It was contradictory. How could the faes have used something that didn’t exist? “Yes, it does exist, and it was used to stop The Cursed.” Liana said, and a small smile appeared on my lips.

She turned back to her desk—and froze. In the black glass of the window next to her, her reflection was… something else. It was her, but twisted. Hollow-eyed. Skin cracked like old porcelain. A demonic grin stretching across her face, fanged and unnatural. The light above flickered violently. Her screen dimmed, then flared white. She sat back down, breath catching in her throat. On the blog page, the entry read: “Dubbed The Devil’s Mirror due to its connection to the collapse of a demon-worshipping Sumerian civilisation over three thousand years ago…”

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

A plume of golden flame followed behind it as it circled over Riven's head and then moved over to Layla. Layla stretched forth her hand and the spirit beast landed on it before taking off again into the air again. It galloped towards where the devils stood, still frozen and suddenly let out a deafening roar. Its mouth opened wide and spewed out red hot flames that hit Hades and the remaining devils behind him, burning them with flames as hot as lava. The fire grew rapidly and swallowed the figures of the devils. Although they remained frozen because Layla had not unfroze time, but the flames consumed them totally until it formed a ball of blazing heat and scorched the earth around them.

I preferred the smell of sweat and engine oil smell on Evelina. "It was an accident." She stared at the bandage. "How did you manage to have an accident that left you looking like this?" I sighed. "I'm fine, Genevieve." She wasn't listening. Her eyes suddenly landed on the bouquet sitting on the table. Her entire expression brightened. "Are those for me?" I looked at the flowers. The same flowers I'd taken to Evelina. For a second, guilt twisted inside me. "Yes." Genevieve smiled. "Oh my God!"

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."