Devils Rose Novels & Stories

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.

DEVIL started to move towards the ANGEL and she was looking at him silently with her red eyes. Tears were running continuously through her eyes. Her nose and her cheeks were swollen and red. A big handprint was visible on her cheeks and it was enough for the devil to lose his mind. Devil came closer to her and knelt in front of her. Angel was looking beautiful in her crying mess too. But Devil wanted to rip off the wedding dress. Her chest was on the show for all the people. He clutched his fist tightly and closed his eyes to calm down his rising temper.

It was the cave where he chased after Wesley. The corpses did not respond to the light. They were all looking at the Devil’s Flower. Kiran had confirmed that the Chieftain’s basement led to this place. After a moment of hesitation, the corpses walked toward the Devil’s Flower and started devouring huge mouthfuls of it. The Devil’s Flower was bright red and juicy-looking, making it look like they were drinking blood. It was a terrifying sight. Kiran observed quietly, wanting to see if there were any changes in the corpses.

he informed his voice calm and low and that alone meant many things one of them is the storm they are going to face really soon. Zanthus turned to his legs, giving them the same attention as his hands. Arthur screamed his guts out, his vomit all over himself. "A..Alexander Rants wanted her, please leave my mate alone." cried Rosaline in terror. "Oh here we go, see wasn't that too easy?" smirked Zanthus in triumph. "Where did he take her?" he asked sternly. "We took her to a cottage in the mountain. She will be there if they haven't moved." she informed crying her eyes out at the sight of her mate.

His voice increases as he repeats the chant over and over again. Believe in the spirit of the rose. Believe in the power that grows. Sown at dawn, harvested at dusk. Neither day nor night is there a chance. Only the Twilight provides a glance. In the single golden hour, bow down to the wildflower. This curse that has its hold, leaves the future untold.

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an

She thrashed wildly in Zayden’s arms, her strength tripling in pure terror. Zayden’s grip tightened again, dragging her flush against his body, locking her in place. His arms curled around her waist, restraining her every movement. “Shh,” he murmured, almost soothingly. Like a devil calming his prey before devouring it whole. His fingers trailed down her stomach, taunting. “You see how this works, love?” he murmured against her ear, his voice smooth. “Your attention should be on me.” Hema shook her head frantically.

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

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!"

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.