Devilwood Book Novels & Stories

Kiara shut the book just in time as a knock came on the door, her breathing heavy. “There is no way,” she muttered, her head banging. The Lycans were the villains, that was how the story goes. The knock came again, and she dunked the book into the safe, then unlocked the door and Devon stood outside with a smile, which faltered as soon as he saw Kiara’s sober face. “What is wrong?” She smiled weakly at him and shook her head, “nothing, just tired.” “From?” “… reading,” she muttered and Devon’s brow shot up. His eyes darted to the safe, then he looked at her. “I started the book today, and it feels like I have been thrust into a world of scribbled nonsense.”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚

The Glambour forest, also known as the Devil's vale was situated in the western part of Patasia continent with mysterious supernatural secrets. lt was the earlier meeting place of different nations but now everyone was scared to cross that place due to it's dark secrets. History saying that hosts, sightings of the reaper, wolf packs gathering, vampire hideaways–all present in this forest at one time. Popular rumour about the forest was the paranormal activities of the non human creatures of there. Once approximately in early twentieth century, a pregnant lady and her husband were trapped in this mysterious forest because of the broke off of their black classic british sports car.

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

Some summers change everything. Some men are supposed to be off-limits. Desmond Cole is both. Anna Ashford has spent nineteen years being the good daughter, the one who smiles at the right moments, laughs at the right jokes, and portends not to notice the way her father's best friend looks at her when he thinks nobody is watching. She notices. She has always noticed. But noticing is not the same as acting. And acting is not the same as falling. And falling... Falling is not something else entirely. One night at the lake house changes the rules of every game Anna thought she understood. Desmond is older, powerful, and completely wrong for her in every way that counts. He knows

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

The door clicked shut. Devon rose slowly from his chair, slow, deliberate, like he had hours to waste. He didn’t speak. Didn’t greet me. Didn’t ask why I was there barefoot and glaring at him. He walked to the center table, grabbed a glass, and poured dark liquor half-full. “You stole from me.” His voice was low, quiet, dangerous. I ignored the accusation. “You stalked me.” He took a slow sip, jaw working. “Because it was fun. And because you’re… intriguing.”

When he eventually let go, he turned to Luca. “We'll speak in private on a later date. There's someone out the door waiting to take you to your car,” Luca said to him. “I like how proactive you are, Devil. Goodnight.” They shook hands, and he walked straight for the door. The door closed, and Valentina's palm instantly turned sweaty. All night she had successfully evaded the devil's gaze by keeping her focus on Lev. At the beginning, she didn't know what to expect from him. After conversing with him, she considered him a very cheerful man In a sea of men who just wanted to be arrogant, and disrespectful.