Diaval X Maleficent Novels & Stories

- Axel gets up furious without a hint of shame to demonstrate his vulnerability and trembling hands. "They're probably blinded by power, a marriage with Persephone would be very advantageous" if I'm right in my assumptions, the leader of the French mafia will be dead soon "They want to gain ground in the US starting with Southward Angel." "The only space Henric will gain is inside a coffin" Axel sentences and I agree with pleasure. "I'll get you discharge" he storms out of the room willing to turn the lives of anyone who stands in front of him, he was anxious to see the Devil emerge from the depths.

“ Jesus Christ, “ George cried out, “ What are you? “ “ Real name Lucifer morningstar, the devil of hell, but Ava loves to call me Sebastian. “ He appeared shocked to hear his wife's name, “ Ava? “ “ Ava is my woman, I temporarily left her to settle a score in hell. Now I am back to claim her, do you understand? “ He squinted in perplexity. “ Did she not mention me to you at all? “ George fearfully shook his head into a no. “ Double mistake. “ I grinned, “ You shouldn't have married her, she belongs to me. How much have you fucked my woman? “ I gained closure to him and breathed fire on his face. He caved, using his trembling hands to shield his face from getting burnt. “ Answer me! “ I yell

So Almighty has a great hand in this. When evil goddess planned he played it in another way by bringing that family at the correct time in that spot. I am hoping that all will end in good way anyway... Dear,,, if you weren't there l might become a cause for that hybrid's death and might become a reason for the destruction of whole world. lf you weren't there l might be a person who will be more evil than cactus. Thanks god! for making my vampire friend immortal. Otherwise we didn't get a chance to know all this like the witch Cactus...", said the old werewolf with weeping.

I muttered. “Evil isn’t really what I call it. You know what you should be more worried about now is your lame husband and his army. I’ve sent him to the devil himself. It’s a shame you didn’t get to witness him get torn apart. Would have been spectacular.” There was clear amusement In Maverick’s tone as he spoke. “What do you mean the devil?” I asked eying him. “Xandros, the awakened 300-year old monster. Something our generation haven’t seen before.”

“What about the mirror?” “Destroy the frame,” Trish rasped. “It’s the anchor.” Scott stood tall, shoulders squared with purpose. He looked to Faith, then to Trish. “No more doubt.” He faced Jezebel and shouted, “Hey! Fuckface!” Jezebel turned, her face twisting into a grotesque smile as the last of the demons funnelled into her. “Yes, you! I thought angels were supposed to be beautiful! In your case, I’d recommend a major pedicure—and a full-face transplant!”

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

He lets out a guttural roar, his claws scraping against the tabletop as he slams his fists down. The other demons fall silent, their attention focused on the spectacle unfolding before them. Hazel's heart races as she watches the scene unfold, her mind reeling with the realization that she has been thrust into a world where violence and chaos reign supreme. Damon's gaze never leaves Hazel's face as the demon's outburst echoes through the hall. With a wave of his hand, the creature falls silent, its eyes still blazing with a feral intensity. "All hail Lord Xorax, my most trusted general," Damon announces, his voice booming through the chamber. "He has brought word of a potential threat to our

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

“I told you—I don’t take what isn’t freely given.” Panic surged through me like wildfire. No. Not yet. Not when my core throbbed with need I couldn’t name. I grabbed his collar with both hands, yanked him back down hard. Our noses brushed, breaths mingling in hot, frantic bursts. “Running away?” I taunted, my voice shaky but defiant. “Are you scared you can’t handle me, Diavolo?” Fire ignited in his eyes, a storm unleashing. “Are you daring me, baby girl?”

His voice dipped lower, like a devil whispering a deadly promise. "Once I take everything from her…" He exhaled slowly, his smirk widening. "I'll make sure she disappears. Forever." Yasmin’s heartbeat quickened. "Promise?" she asked hesitantly. Tamlin leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. "I promise." And with that, he started the car and drove off into the night. ___ [Dominic’s House] "Gently, gently." Dominic’s firm yet careful grip steadied Tessa as he helped her out of the car. Her ankle throbbed—a painful reminder of Tamlin’s slap and the fall that followed.