Diabolik Lovers Novels & Stories

Damian was cleaning off Henry's blood from his fingertips with a white handkerchief he had brought from the pocket of his coat. "A real fool indeed," Damian said, his voice dripping with disdain. Henry managed to speak, coughing out blood. "W...Why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Damian's eyes gleamed with a sinister light as he began to explain. "I have spent decades, centuries looking for a werewolf maiden with red hair, and you, my friend, led me to one. Now, I have the last piece of the puzzle I need to complete the ritual to bring back the love of my life, Selena."

Each movement is fueled by instinct and raw power, while also heading towards their same opponent. As the Fanged Gods arrived before them, their presence casting a powerful aura of divine authority, Erin’s hand tightens around the dagger she grabbed earlier while Duncan attacked her, her resolve steeling as she prepared to strike. With a swift, decisive motion, she plunged the blade into Calypso’s heart, ending the witch’s reign of terror once and for all. With Calypso defeated, the enchantments imprisoning Lola, Evin, and Lara dissipate, freeing them from their captivity.

I wonder how everyone put up with his attitude. “Diana, sweetheart, come here." Danny called out before Diana popped up from her seat and sat on his lap. I watched her slide her hair to a side and he immediately started licking all over her neck hungrily and seductively. I blushed slightly when a moan escaped through her lips but at the same time, it disgusted me . His eyes turned a shade darker and I watched his fangs graze against her skin before I quickly turned away.

Trapped in the oppressive darkness of the room, his hand tightened around my neck once more. "Diabolos, stop this madness!" I pleaded. "You misunderstand everything," I cried, struggling for breath. I refused to give in to Diabolos' twisted belief that love required obsession. "You are young, Luna, and inexperienced in these matters," Diabolos dismissed me with a wave of his hand. Considering his age, which in his eyes spanned hundreds if not thousands of years, I was indeed a fledgling. "Luna, you must understand, Fated Mates are a reality," he insisted vehemently.

the black-haired guy says. My fist clenches, making my knuckles white. I have heard people talking ill about me, but I laugh at their insecurities. Because I know they are just jealous. However, this is a different case. It’s not about me, it’s about the woman I love. Besides, I know they won’t live that long. I won’t let them. “Yes, and this time we’ll make sure that she is dead,” another guy says as he gently twirls the glass in his hand.

“Doesn’t anyone else think they’re perfect for each other? Just look at their backgrounds—they went to the same schools from elementary to university, their career paths align so well, and even their looks are compatible. Anyone who knows them, speak up!” Once someone started the conversation, it snowballed into a flood of posts. Users began crafting an elaborate love story for Lena and Alaric: two heirs from similar family empires, forced to compete against each other, only to find love after one family’s downfall. The tale was so detailed it almost seemed real. Holding her phone, Lena opened the trending page and marched straight into Alaric’s office. “Is this the ‘not-too-outrageous’ topi

But not for long. The Black Axe must be backed by a powerful source that fuels their gruesome acts. Selling drugs and illegal firearms wasn’t enough for them. The entire time with Scar, my mind kept drifting back to my innocent lamb. She was in the den of thieves, dealers, and all sorts of evildoers, camouflaged as friends of the celebrant. A text pulled my attention to my phone, and my blood boiled at its content. "She is dancing with the boy you hate." It was from Diego.

Her silence was enough confirmation. “Oh holy titties, you were rammed by Leonardo’s cock. By the way, you are giving us ALL the details!” Sophia stretched out the last part dramatically. “From her expression, Layla, our girl is a goner.” Sophia threw herself into Layla’s arms, and they both fake-sobbed. “Our baby got taken away by the sexy-ass devil. Oh, my world!” Alessia facepalmed herself. She felt a slight headache forming. “Stop the drama, Sophia. And yes, we had sex, but—I love him.”

Knowing Caleb was going to survive is all thanks to this devil, but now, sitting on the bed and being sexually turned on only to be left unsatisfied by Luca, the long held tears poured heavily. I guess this was just the beginning.

And now, they knew exactly who to target to make me bleed. Matteo pulled on his jacket and holstered a blade against his hip. The way he moved was different now. Less lover, more predator. “I’ll call in the Diavlo,” he said. “We don’t go in blind.” As he opened the hidden drawer beneath the wardrobe and pulled out another gun, I followed him with the same chill settling into my bones that always came when blood was about to be spilled. This wasn’t just business anymore. They took her. And someone was going to pay for that.