Devilwood Book Novels & Stories

The people present that night gave their accounts and viewpoints, telling everything they remembered and not omitting a single factor, painting as a clear picture as they could. When they had all been exposed and everything was silent, the detectives contemplated the events. “It is clear that this is the Devil's work” The Reverend said as he clutched his bible close to his chest. “You may be not entirely wrong my dear Reverend” Thomas said as he sat on the sofa beside Elizabeth and both of them were going through the pages of books that Sister Margaret had given them and in addition the Little Albert. They were turning the pages as quickly as possible to find any reference to this creature u

I stayed silent, letting him continue. “I thought there was something hidden there,” Devon admitted. “Something giving him those weird abilities.” My mind immediately went back to the training hall, to the way Thalia’s spells drained strength directly from people. Devon noticed my expression and quickly continued. “When I got there, Caleb was already leaving with a book.” That caught my attention immediately. “A book?” Devon nodded. “I figured that had to be it. Some weird spellbook or something.” My jaw tightened. “So I followed him,” Devon continued. “I saw him bury it afterward.”

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.”.

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"We have to use oil on the book covers to keep them from falling apart." "Oil. Right," Devon said. He walked over to a shelf and pulled out a small book with a blue cover. He held it out to me. "Here. This is a Southern poem. I found it in a box last year. Since you're so far from home, maybe you'd like to read a bit of it for me? It’s been ages since I’ve heard a Southern accent." I stared at the book. My hands started to sweat. If I read out loud for too long, my voice would crack. I would lose the high pitch.

It was as if the book had formed a face that had no eyes or mouth but dents of them in a sculpture-like figure that indicated they were there. The face smiled at me and the book closed itself. The face popped on the cover of the book and looked at me. The book then floated in the air and eyed from head to toe with a stinky look. "'Who dares open the Gem of Alizon?!"' The words were loud and echoic, pretty dramatic. But I wasn't impressed. "Elliot Vile, the devil of the twentieth century," I answered, getting an immediate reply. "'What does the Devil seek in his Gem?"'

He yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out that cursed book: The Devil’s Little Bane. He held it up like evidence in court, the pages fluttering. “Snatched this gem from you the other day. Knew you were deep in it. What, ten pages from the end? I finished it myself last night.” He grinned devilishly, and my chest squeezed hard, like it was about to combust. “Fuck, Cindy, the shit in here… it’s pure filth. Balls deep in demon dick and submission games. I didn’t peg you for such a dirty reader.”

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

He was standing in front of Liam and Lilac. "Not helping Devon" Lilac glared at her older brother. "It's the truth" Devon said in a matter of fact tone, that made Liam scoff. "Let's just go back to the palace. There has to be a solution. Thankfully she isn't dead, it's just the side effect of dark magic" Lilac said, hoping Liam would listen to her and get up, but he remained unmoving. Devon sighed deeply, he was about to drag Liam up forcefully when his eyes landed on a book close to Liam. "Is that the Grimoire". He bent down and picked the odd looking book up.

“I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.” I shudder, breath hitching in my throat. At that same moment I remember the wise words of my mother. The same words I ignored the moment I let a stranger like Michael into my life and now Dustin and Mr. Memphis, who is apparently The Devil. ‘You enjoy playing in the mud, but remember