Dragon Devils Novels & Stories

Papa said. Ronan remained silent, a contemplative and tumultuous glint in his eyes as he watched me. “What, no gloating? Unlike you, D’yavol.” My stomach dropped, and my lips parted in awareness. Ronan chuckled at my expression. “Don’t look at me like I made it up. I prefer a woman screaming my Christian name when I’mburied deep inside her.” I was wrong. The devil didn’t have red skin and a forked tail. He reigned havoc on Moscow with a dirty mouth, an easy smile, and a snake for a heart.

“Don't cry, Davina. Actually, Devon didn't want to talk about this with us. Devon only told Meazus, but your dad told me.” Devon now also stood up from his chair to hug Davina, who was crying. “My heart almost stopped when I saw you crying. I didn't expect you to cry because of this. But since today is my happy day, I want to apologize to you.” Davina, who was still sitting on the chair, now hit Devon's arm as he released his embrace. “You're so cruel. I'm sensitive like this for a reason.” Davina stroked her wet cheek and her husband stroked the hair covering her cheek. “I want you all to sit in your chairs first because I also want to talk about something.”

I knew their names the way everyone knew them: whispered in fear, moaned in fantasies, printed in tabloids that called them immortal gods and ruthless monsters in the same breath. Vincenzo Drakvolk. The tallest. The leader. Amber eyes that burned slow like embers under ash, voice that could command armies or unravel panties with a single syllable. Lorenzo Drakvolk. Gold-eyed devil with a smirk that promised sin, hands that looked made for breaking things—or making them beg. Valentino Drakvolk. The quiet one. White hair like fresh snow on a grave, silver eyes that never blinked when they decided something belonged to them. The one they called the devil not because he was cruel, but because he

“Our link can not be broken, so easily, you know that Devon, don’t you? I've given you two options already. It's either you work with us, or you fuck off. With or without you, Valerie and I do whatever it takes to break this terrible curse and free our people from bondage. Why won't you just forget about this stupid vendetta? Why not work with us to destroy Gerald together, do you really believe that you can get rid of me so easily?” Maverick asked her teasingly, distracting her from what I was doing. I stood by the corner, chanting some spells the same way my mom did. The language was the same as the one Devon used earlier, but I was chanting a completely different spell and the worst part

I queried. "I am your weakness. You are my weakness but that only makes us stronger. You are the daughter of a man who was once known as the Bratva devil and now it's your turn to step in change that. Be as ruthless and cold hearted as him but remember that you will never act as low as he did. You will be respected but not by fear by the way you lead your men. Understood?" When I nod he continued. "Those who hold against us die." I nod again and assert. "No mercy."

Oliver lashed back through furious, watery tears. Darn that bloody dragon for trying to poach my world- Oliver is my world, Devon thought as he furiously lay claim on his mate in every way possible. “Well then watch me own you, Mr Collins,” Devon replied and crushed his lips on Oliver’s in a fiery, dead angry kiss. Oliver struggled in his hold but Devon was a tower of strength and hence, his little mate had no chance of wriggling free as he writhed and mewled under the big, bad wolf.

Although he was a little surprised that the Heaven-earth Dragonesque Elephant was able to break through the defense of Dragon-riding Devil City, that was all. Dragon-riding Supreme Devil had seen all kinds of storms and waves. Wasn't it ridiculous for a few little guys to want to defeat him?

“Given orders? Have you lost your senses? Hyborns are the strongest dragons alive if I recall. Who else could be more powerful enough to give such orders to them?” Estevan stared at her for a moment, thoughtful. “It’s simple—you’re forgetting how humanity rose into power after thousands of years of being the prey.” The short silence that followed gave Larice a sense of an incoming beast. She turned her head in the direction—then she muttered a curse. A wild devilion crawled from a far distance, hiding behind the ferns. Red and black striped its furs, covering the entire body—its wide, brown eyes locked on its preys; these two humans arguing.

Devora was a cold assassin in ancient times, She was always thirsty to kill enemies whenever she and Anna were on a mission, Her puffy eyes and face that had no reaction while killing was her trademark, to their lucky opponents who survived. Jin trembled, "What? She can't do that!" Jin immediately chase Devora and stop her. Jin thought that there might be a bigger problem when the number of the Crow Ax gang is reduced, the demons will soon arrive and the outcome will definitely not be good when the Crow ax gang is offended, due to the death of their disciples. In a blink of an eye, Jin went to Devora's place and immediately grabbed Devora's hands tightly. However, Devora was much stronger th

What sinister plans do my uncles have for me? Have they truly handed me over to the devil himself?