Diabolik Lovers Novels & Stories

And now they had left to do their part with a single slaughter butterfly attached to them for their communication with her and Damon. It was high time for her to do her part of the job and it would start in the arena. The arena where the Diablo Festival would be held tomorrow was the place where she chose to ‘kill’ her lover. She only hoped that she could pull this through. The Diablo Festival was held at Rancid City, the capital city of the Nether World, in honor to the very first demon monarch long before the seven demon lords existed – Diablo. The Diablo Festival was two things like what Damon told her – gore and bloodbath. The two things that were like vices to the demon folks – death, d

"How amusing. Little did you know, Luna, that I would be awaiting your arrival." Luna's gaze hardened, her voice steady despite the rising tension. "You may have succumbed to the darkness, Darius, but we will not let it consume us. We stand together, united against your malevolence." Darius let out a cruel laugh that sent shivers down Amelia's spine. "Oh, how sweet. Young love, so naive and easily manipulated. But you see, my dear Luna, love is a weakness, a vulnerability that will be your downfall." A wave of darkness surged from Darius, engulfing the entire room. Amelia and Lycan clung to each other, fighting against the suffocating darkness threatening to consume their spirits.

Then, wordlessly, he turned back to the pictures. This wasn’t a man chasing after his lover. This wasn’t a man in love. This was a man whose sanity had been carved into pieces by the obsession he mistook for affection. A man who’d twisted love into something violent, possessive, and feral. Dante wasn’t trying to win her love—he was claiming her, no matter the cost. He was war in human form. And Alessia... she was the battlefield. Her fingers trembled as she searched for her blood-soaked phone. The screen flashed up beneath her thumb, and her tear-filled eyes reflected the fragmented light. She could barely breathe as she tapped the numbers.

Liora Devereux POV Diamen Black. I pulled my hand away from Victor. “Mind your business, Black,” Victor said. Diamen walked closer to us He smirked and pulled me behind me. “No,” Diamen said coldly, he looked at Victor with the deadliest look his eyes. “She is with me and I can do whatever I want with her, Black. You don't want a fight here in public…,” Victor threatened “And what do you plan to tell the others you are planning to do with her, stabbing her hand?,” Diamen said, I flinched, I wondered if Diamen had not come here…

I loved her stubbornness. It was slowly breaking me though knowing that I couldn’t give her what she needed, what was expected of her. Her father wanted her to meet her mate and then expected her to go on and reproduce, making little wolf cubs to join the pack. This was physically impossible for us to do. Vampires and werewolves, not that it had ever been attempted, couldn’t reproduce together. I was beginning to simply hate our bond, I could never hate Isabella but why would the moon goddess do this to us?

With every step, she embraced the extraordinary nature of her existence, fueled by the eternal flame of love that burned within her heart. And so, Isabella and Giovanni continued to traverse the intricate landscape of their shared destiny, their love story intertwining with the tapestry of their world. Together, they unraveled the mysteries of their extraordinary bond, leaving an indelible mark upon the werewolf kingdom and forever altering the course of their intertwined lives.

Talia's eyes looked far away. Just like always, she was already in love with someone she barely knew. Talia is obsessed with the idea of true love. Sira, on the other hand, wasn't sure she believed in it. She felt like loving was certainly just a choice that happened to work out, she never had an interest in finding a man that would give her butterflies. She was perfectly okay with simply finding one she could live with without fighting and have an easier life together. Her parents marriage worked perfectly, but no one would look at them and say they have the kind of love that happens in movies. At least that was what Sira thought before her dad had a heart attack. She saw that her mom would

“He probably wants another round. I could go over and punch him.” “Or he’s obsessed, with his hatred ” Oliver said, smirking. “You sure he’s not planning evil?” Austin rolled his eyes. “Can we talk about something else?” Meanwhile, at the other end of the hall, Brian’s own friends were watching. Matteo sat opposite them while James sat beside Brian. James leaned in. “Well well two enemies working together” Brian snickered “You are one to talk, weren’t you paired with Benjamin?” James laughed “Come on buddy, I am not enemies with Austin’s friends”

"Your family has been getting away with things for too long. Hurting people. Killing people. Taking what they want and destroying anyone who gets in their way." "Not all of us are like that," Diana said softly. I turned around to look at her. "Aren't you? You married into this life. You chose this." "I chose love," she said. "I chose Raphael." "Raphael Lorenzo," I said his name like it tasted bad. "Son of Lorenzo Junior Brother to killers and thieves. You think loving him makes you innocent?" Diana's face got red. "Raphael is a good man." "He's a Lorenzo. That makes him guilty."

“You forget. I am Mafia too. And not just any Mafia. I’m the descendant of the villain you all fear.” Gasps spread. I clenched my fist as I whispered to her. "Bianca, surrender your weapon, you have no backup here." "Bitch, Spot my back immediately and do not act like the coward you are right now." She whispered to me and hissed. Bianca? puzzle? they go well together. Her confidence is way top-notch, but I had no weapon with me. Who holds a weapon on a lovers vow. She was alone. I walked to her back as she kept on pointing the gun to Mordecai, making sure she held me to her side as a shield.