Devils Night Series Novels & Stories

“I’m sure. Go home. Say hi to Jodie for me.” Paul smiled and gave her a lazy salute. “Sure thing. See you in the morning, boss.” “Night.” As the door clicked shut behind him, Elsie returned her focus to the screen, typing into the search bar: Devil’s mirror. Dozens of irrelevant results flooded the screen—Devil’s Advocate, Devil’s Game, Devil’s Playhouse. She muttered, “No, no… not Devil’s Advocate. I’m surprised p**n didn’t pop up.” Her eyes lit up. “Ah—finally.”

Devil! "Devil?" I asked her to repeat what she said. "Aren't you?" And I knew she was gone for the night. "Wait! I will teach you what a devil can do to you," and she ran upstairs to protect herself from me. I watched her run up the stairs, a smile stretched across my face. She was laughing, her infectious giggle filling the room, and I couldn't help but join in. I chased after her, feeling the excitement and energy of the moment.

The scent, she recognized that cologne anywhere and slowly she turned around to the devil himself, the man who was responsible for her nightmares and horrific reality, “Good morning sunshine.”

The next day Wolf Connor, President of The Road Devils MC, had spent most of his adult life making decisions that nobody else wanted to make. That was the burden of leadership, of course, and it was one he had accepted long ago. The Road Devils didn't elect presidents through popularity contests or charisma or who could drink the most whiskey without falling over. They chose men who could look at a terrible situation, strip away everything emotional and complicated about it, and decide what happened next. Unfortunately, this particular terrible situation with the fucking Highway Hellions refused to be anything but uncomplicated.

I felt his knuckle rings glide against my torso, his hand traveling up to pin my neck to the wall again almost as if he was claiming me. A stranger claiming a random lady. How unreal. “I can be your poison. I can be the one they fear. For you.” He whispered, his lip brushing against my earlobe. "I'll give you the power you desire, and take them down for you,”. "What are you talking about?” I gagged. "I can see your heart, it craves revenge. I'll get them for you, I'll get them all, just for you. Chloe Willie. Seth Finn. Martha Wilson. All of them.”.

Spotting the glowing replica of the pub signage, I scamper towards it, the awareness of being late for my night duty sending shivers down my spine, one final time. Stepping into the pub, my ears are blasted by raucous music and the smell of spilled beer. The roars of drunken men drowning out the giggles of women twerking on them, and the sight of other men eyeing up their next victim. As I move past the mayhem, I catch the disapproving eye of Mr. Bhatt, the bane of my existence. "Sorry, sir, won't let it happen again," I mutter under my breath, rushing to the staff room. A few quick motions and I'm stripped down to a sharp white shirt and jeans, ready to tackle the night in my small black ap

Now, I am all ready to go. Descending down the long flight of stairs carefully because I am holding Bambi in my arms, I hear some voices. Strangely familiar voices, and as I hear them closely, I gasp silently. The voice that intrudes my night's sleep, the one that is the cause of my neverending nightmares. Devin a.k.a. The Devil. No, no, no! What is he doing here this soon? No, he can't see me! He can't catch me, again.

“Like I said earlier, they could kill hundreds of people per day, so it’s likely that the devil you fought that night wasn’t one of the ancient devils.” “Hhhmmm, yes, it might be true, but how about the two other ancient devils?” Aimer and Aahva exchanges their glances, their eyes unchanged and still the same. Aimer nods. They both sit back on the sofa casually. And Aimer speaks up.

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Resolve replaced hesitation. Lucian straightened, both hands flat against the table, his shadow stretching long across the maps and names. “Prepare the men. Arm them. Train them like the devil himself is coming for them. In three nights, we hit Darius. No survivors. No mercy.” One by one, the lieutenants rose. Chairs scraped against the floor, boots pounded toward the door. They left with determination carved into their faces, carrying orders that would change the underworld forever. When the last door closed, silence fell heavy. Only the rain remained, striking against the glass like a warning drum.