Dive Devil Novels & Stories

-VALEN’S POV- “Val, hurry up down there.” Devin mind-linked me using his teleportation ring. “Well, it’s a great summer party down here. Want to come?” I was annoyed and couldn’t help the sarcasm. Inside the abhorrent funnel-shaped sinkhole was like a trip to hell. Diving through the fathomless, gloomy void and plunging into a deep sputtering fire pit, I struggled to get beyond the volcanic flames. It compressed against the invisible force field that Zuzu enshrouded me in, threatening to end my life.

I inhaled sharply and ran my fingers in the hair out of frustration. "What's the deal?" Right now, I want her underneath me, withering and moaning with pleasure while I ruin her hole for good. "Another contract with you." She did not hesitate to say that and I expected that. Delilah Richards is no less than a prostitute. A prostitute warms someone's bed for the sake of money and she does the same for the offers. That's how she became an A-listed model. A contract with the Weavers is enough for anyone's career. Although she is a slut but she is talented. I cannot deny that but I hate the fact that talent is underrated for her and she seals the deals with her body instead.

Outside, the world was a nightmare of obsidian water and violet fire. Kazimir stepped onto the Dorsal Hull (the top surface of the submarine). Above him, seven miles of water pressed down with enough force to turn a tank into a pancake. His boots, equipped with Electromagnetic Soles (magnets used to lock a diver to a metal surface), clanked against the titanium skin of the Sparrow. The Divergent (the corrupted, zombie-like Architect) was waiting.

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

Inner Devil 2, convulsing like a cartoon electrocuted by pleasure: ‘AHHH! I just came for the third time, and I’m not even the one getting railed!’ Inner Devil, riding a flaming mechanical bull, waving a lasso: ‘YEE-HAW! Forget baptizing the penthouse, let him bless every surface, Freya! The couch! The kitchen! The damn chandelier if it holds!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Welcome to the Grand Opening of Freya’s Pleasure Palace! Starring: Sir Kenneth and His Holy Sword!’

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

And now, the strings tighten. Damitri slumped, sword clattering from numb fingers, his breaths ragged wheezes. The queen sobbed, clutching the infant tighter, while the boy stared with wide, tear-streaked eyes, fists balled at his sides. The devil's gaze shifted, those crimson slits narrowing with predatory hunger. He released Damitri with a casual flick, the shadows recoiling like whipped serpents, and strode toward the child. His hooves clicked ominously on the flagstones, tail lashing behind him, barbed tip carving shallow furrows in the stone. He paused before the boy, then crouched low, wings folding with a leathery rustle, bringing his grotesque face level with the child's. Sulfurous b

Once her words came out, the cloud they sat on moved, descending into the Devil’s Mouth with the confidence of a one who knew no fear. “Wait-” Kylie’s heart leaped into her throat immediately. Obviously she was against this plan. Which sane person would happily dive into a disaster that had been described as strong enough to kill everything that came within a distance of it? Yet Delores had already given the order to descend before Kylie could argue her case, and they were in the Devil’s Mouth before she could even express her fears. She could only close her eyes in fear as they sank into the depths and were submerged by the water.

His closeness always affects me so that I want to drown in it but a devil-like him can't confuse my soul This is my chance to save Thomas from the clutches of devil

“I just recorded our conversation at the dining table this morning through a hidden microphone. You admitted everything there, Dewangga.” My world felt like it went dark. “You… you’re truly a devil.” “I just want you to admit that you need me. Vivian is a good woman, but she will never be able to give you what I give you. She loves the imagination she has about you, while I… I love the monster inside you.” Davian grabbed my tie, forcing me to look at him. At the same time, we heard footsteps in the hallway leading to the study. It was Vivian’s footsteps.