Devilwood Book Novels & Stories

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

I hugged her and comforted her until she fell asleep. Devon got lost in his thoughts as he recall what happened that morning. He also remembered Lucy's face and the green flecks in her eyes as he looked at her. "Damn, Hannah. I just miss you so much." Devon said as tears fall from his eyes. After a few moments, he composed himself and drove off. Meanwhile, inside Room 515. Hell was about to break loose. Cassidy's eyes started to open and she saw the Callalillies at the table at the foot of her bed.

She felt Olivia before she heard her. Olivia made her way downstairs. She'd heard the car drive up over an hour ago and wondered what kept Cassandra away. Then she'd thought about it, and she'd known. Olivia's judgment. Olivia's sense of right and wrong. Olivia's naive thinking was that the world was simply black or white. She couldn't change the fact that she hated what Cassandra did, or what she stood for. And she couldn't start thinking that even though everyone around her thought they were the good guys, they weren't. But she could offer Cassandra the comfort of a friend. She'd grown up in this world, she'd seen the worst kind of people in it. Emma, Vance, Pedro, and Cassandra weren't li

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

The weird dream I had had not answered that question at all, all I knew was that this book was connected to Azazel in some way. It hit me like a hard wall in a few seconds as the memory of turning on my laptop came to mind, The Devil's Bible. I had a bad feeling that this was -- my train of thoughts were put to a full halt by a voice and I was immediately pulled back to reality, back to work where my mind was supposed to be.

Pulling over at the tiny garage of the cabin, I got out of the car with the speed of lightning. I banged on the door impatiently, seconds later, the door flew open. Sage appeared, with a disgusting smile on her face. " You came!" She beamed. The devil in me, the dark side of me, wanted to lock the doors and windows, take her to the bathroom in the pretence that I cared and then drown her in the bathtub. That's how desperate I was, plus she brought it upon herself the moment she drugged me. Do it! Do it!

Clenching my fist I looked up and I was correct. "I saw you checking me out." Raphael said as he scanned my body. I sucked in a breath and spoke up. "I know who you are." I said hoarsely. "Took you a while to figure out Miss. Lebedev." He replied. "How is your father?" He smirked. "Stay the fuck away or I'll-" "Kill me." "Inform your father the 'devil'." "You'll do what red?" He said with a bored tone. Red?

he jabbed a finger toward the book without looking at it—“simply implies the era of then, not now!” I exhaled slowly, fighting back the urge to scream with him. “It wouldn’t be called the Book of Forgotten Truth if there wasn’t some weight to its words, Devon. Think. Have you ever heard of a wolf outside of you mating with a woman—a human—and conceiving with her? Have you?” At the word conceived, his pacing faltered. Devon froze, his broad back stiff, his head lowering slightly. When he finally turned to look at me, his eyes were darker, unreadable.

Audrey asked with so much curiosity. " But the devil won't last in the abyss for so long as a thousand years passed as though there were hours and the devil could once again, journey back to earth determined to accomplish what he never did " he proceeded with the story, ignoring her question. " Are you, the devil? " She asked at the realization he might be. "Who else do you think I am? " He raises a brow, she gulps down, not in fright but rather she is trying to process everything.

Emily. But not the Emily they had lost. She stood in the ritual chamber, vines hanging like curtains around her. Her body was thinner, unnaturally elongated, as if stretched by invisible hands. Her eyes were twin voids, bleeding sap. And behind her… something shifted. Not the forest. Not Halloway’s ghosts. Something older. Something with wings made of bark and bone. Devon hadn’t slept. For the third night in a row, he found his hands raw and bloodied, black dirt under every fingernail. His sketchpad was full again, page after page of impossible things: circles of antlers, spiraling trees with screaming mouths, and a throne made of spines.