Diablo Female Novels & Stories

I say, then gawk at a female holding a whip and hitting some air with it like a seasoned pro. “Oh that’s Sabrina, one of my mate’s grandnieces. She’s an excellent dominatrix. Ohhh let’s get you into some leather,” Diana exclaims, as I feel my face grow as red as my hair, then bury it in my hands. “I think the best way to torture them all would be for me to get in a chastity belt,” I say, looking at a female holding one up. Diana shakes her head. “It’ll torture you a whole lot more than them,” she says, and Hope agrees.

Alpha George had no smile on his face, but Diana did not seem to notice this as she just stared at me. “I apologize for disturbing you this morning. I was just too eager to meet the legendary female warrior.” I nodded, unbothered, “Hope you were not disappointed?" “I must say, you are really just as the rumors had said. Strong, sturdy, and commanding, just like a warrior. Few women are able to pull that off.” She said, her eyes scanning me from head to toe with that same smile. But there was something hidden under that smile. She doesn't like me; that much is obvious.

I was just a little uncomfortable, uncertain. He suddenly let out a sigh, relaxing back on the bench. "You know..." He said, casually putting out his cigar. "...you remind me so much of Sera's mother." I blinked. What now?! "She was also a ginger. The most fierce woman I ever knew." He chuckled, a nostalgic look in his eyes. It was almost like I was imagining things. "The first woman to ever defy me, point a gun at me." El Diablo said, finally turning to look at me.

“You understand why she gets away with so many things. He forgives her for everything. He won't punish her no matter what she does. That's because she holds something over him that none of us can touch.” I exhaled slowly. My pulse was too loud in my ears. “But she’s not enough? You said Mira comes closest, not that she meets every expectation.” Bianca’s jaw tightened. A small muscle jumped near her temple. She looked down at her hands, then back up. “No. She isn’t. I'm not sure what he's exactly searching for. I don’t even think he knows entirely. But Mira once mentioned a woman named Diyorza.” “I heard she was a fierce lady and Red Dragon's first mistress. But she became uncontrollable. Red

“Fine. But only slightly. Wait, can I touch it again? They’re so soft.” I didn’t have the chance to shake my head before she slipped behind me and cupped both of my boobs, giving them a firm squeeze. My jaw dropped. How long would I work here before this woman drove me crazy? ______ Diabla. That was what the name on my employee tag read. My parents had named me Angelika thinking I would be a real life angel, only for Siren to turn me into the devil’s incarnate. She thought it would be fun to give me a nickname that was the opposite of my name as soon as she worked her magic on my appearance.

Delsanra Diana Rossi, the mate of Rayhan Rossi, is a hybrid demon witch. There are others, like the Deimos prince, and many things they’ll keep quiet, but I don’t fault them on that. Knowledge is power, and for others to attain that information… can be dangerous. A knock on the door of my office makes me look up, and I sit forward. “Enter.” The door opens and I’m instantly hit with a powerful aura. Even if I hadn’t ever seen him before I would know who this is.

His energy surged again, making him look as if he reigned supreme in this universe. The energy alone caused partial Sovereign Ranker Madam Nubia to keep retreating with a look of fear in her eyes. “Diablo, you scoundrel, return the Divine Ax to me! It belongs to the Divine Snow Mountain!” Madam Nubia cursed. She wanted to forcefully come forward to snatch the Divine Ax, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not get close to Diablo. There was already a huge gap in strength between the two. In addition, Diablo had the Divine Ax’s help at this time, so his strength had reached a higher level. How could Madam Nubia, a partial Sovereign Ranker, handle that?

They brought her to this world so she could feel the pain in life of being controlled by superiors. I am Diana, daughter of the Black dragon Demon (Her father's underworld name). I fear no Man!. And I won't stand and watch anyone try to bully me and go free!. Everyone that crossed paths with me shall all suffer miserable before death!. I shall reclaim the powers of this fallen kingdom, and I shall become their ruler!. Her eyes stared at the guy sitting on the throne. She showed no emotions or fear while she stared at him. Her eyes were fierce. If eyes really could kill, hers would definitely do the job.

That meant she must be an elite fighter. However, up until that point, she made no move to seduce Dorian despite her shapely body and attractive allure. None of her words, techniques, or aura indicated this. This was nothing like a succubus. Yuria was more like a female warrior who had experienced hundreds of fights. Her elegance was more similar to a leopard. "My name is Dorian Weaver. Pleased to meet you." Dorian gave her a salute with a grim look on his face.

The fact that she’d helped Vincent and Amaya fight off ten dark witches, using her quick mind to use her surroundings as a weapon…well, it was impressive. Nico’s eyes sparked with something I couldn’t quite discern. “Your mate, Diablo, is anything but weak. You can see it in the aura around her, in the set of her shoulders, in the determination shining in her eyes. That’s a natural born leader if I ever saw one. She just needs to believe it herself first.”