Devils Goddess Leaks Novels & Stories

Lord Cedran asked, though he looked like he didn't want to know. "The third one lasted the longest. Five years. They say she went mad from the things he did to her. Found her hanging from the castle rafters with her own bedsheets." Renwick's voice was flat now, emotionless. "That's who we're dealing with. Not a man. Not even a king. A demon who feeds on suffering." The silence that followed was absolute. Several council members were openly weeping. King Aldric felt like he might vomit. "So what do we do?" Lord Thalen asked desperately. "There has to be something…."

“The day the moon goddess would release you into our hands to teach you a lesson” Lennox laughed. “The moon goddess did more than we expected, delivering your body, your soul, your mind, your heart into our hands until you are broken by us” Levi laughed. “We would break you so bad that you would leave in regret your whole life” “So, we won’t reject you. You will be the only mate of the Alpha Devils” I screamed, my hands covering my ears. “No! I didn’t do that intentionally….. It was a mistake, I didn’t mean to start a……”

I was a walking temptation but the good part was, someone else will be the scapegoat, Kelvin. He will pay for ever hurting her, for even coming in contact with her and most important, for fucking what's mine... Her body, mind and soul belongs to me. Doom Castillo.

Numb and transparent, much like the growing apathetic gloss to amethyst orbs. The denim stepped back, a glint of metal piercing through the dense landscape as Damon tried to scramble backwards, his tiny fists raw and bleeding as they hovered over his face in an act of self-defense. Silver lashes folding downward to mask his fear as laughter rang in his ears. "...Just as I thought..." Leaves crunched all around him, and the black ankle boots Damon adorned on occasion drew to his shivering body in haste. Why was he so numb? Why did everyone hate him? He peeked out from beneath his lashes to trail his gaze over the twisted grins hidden beneath the fog, cerulean eyes, smoldering brown, children'

Sophia stood from her seat and instructed her to clean Heaven's room roughly before she enter in to it. The maid ran to her room for abrupt cleaning. Heaven felt overjoy in her heart, she followed the direction where the maid had gone to reach her own room. While going she mumbled, "Aidah...where were you? Are you put me in a trap and escaped. If that were the case, I would not agree for this deal. But now...anyway l have to live like this". Later when reached there..,,she laid on her bed and thought, "Who am I really? What the hell did I do wrong just to have God suggest my name to hell? Where have Heaven's real soul gone?"

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

Angelina read to them and stopped to catch her breath a little. "The four gods really do cause a lot of chaos back then". Susannah said and Mrs. Angelina continued reading. "Devoe can only attack during the day, and that can only happen if he finds a divine soul to possess which will probably be the beginning of doom. If Devoe can overcome the host and they become one body, the divine soul is gone forever and Devoe will have the power to fight both during the day and during the night. His hand must not get to this book". Mrs . Angelina read and stopped. Eddie flipped to the next page and saw the image of a huge beast with two heads, seven tails.

Her eyes suddenly lit up as the memories from her vision began to play back. "Riven they've joined forces with the devils",she blurted out. Riven didn't dare take her words lightly. He treasured every part of it. "Who joined the devils?",he asked. "Brandon and Cara",Layla told him. "I saw the witch with Brandon and Cara, and they were discussing something with... with Belphegor". She bit her lips and furrowed her brows in concentration, trying to remember every single detail. "There were a lot of people inside the room, but I only recognized Brandon, Cara and the devil"

She flashes me another smile and adds "I think you're in my chair" And I think that I'm still unconscious because there's no way this is the woman they've dubbed La Diabla. Those two words translate to she devil. How evil does a woman have to be for the whole country to refer to her that way? The person in front of me is... No, it's impossible. Perhaps Fan's wife sent her to mess with me or this is a joke. Taking out my phone, I look up Catalina Ferrero. The first picture of her that pops up makes my stomach sink. It seems that she's been trending for the past few days. In the photo, she's covered in blood and the headline reads, "Mrs. Ferrero slaughters chicken for her guests during late hu

And something in me breaks open. Not power. Not the Alpha. Something older. A memory not mine floods my mind—someone screaming my name—someone dragging my dying body across a battlefield—someone praying to a goddess with blood on her hands. The Devourer sees it too. It recoils. You carry her mark. The lost goddess. The one who bound me first. The world shudders. Lyra gasps. “What goddess? Cain—what is it talking about?” I don’t know. But the Devourer does.