Fated To The Golden-eyed Devil Novels & Stories

I could feel her witches’ eye, poking around me, trying to make sense of what had happened only moments ago. “Your destiny is fulfilled child. You should be dead. Yet there is something about you, something I cannot see. A new destiny perhaps?” She spoke without hesitation. Her words surprising me. “I should be dead?” “You did not know?” She asks slightly perplexed. “You fate was foretold many moons ago, the girl who was a twice blessed fire bearer, would be the one to end the devil. She would set about his downfall whilst being engulfed in the flames of hell?”

The Silver-armored Devil cackled as he gritted his teeth, giving off an incomparably sinister vibe. At this time, an incomparably hateful aura was revealed on his face. This blood feud seemed to have exhausted all the water in the world, and it could not be washed clean. "Even if you cut me into pieces and grind me into powder, I will be reborn under the blessing of the Earth Devil Ancestor. I will not die forever. Even if I have to spend my whole life, I will dig out your flesh and peel your bones, kill all your relatives, and return the pain today to you 1,000 times, 10,000 times over!" The Silver-armored Devil gritted his teeth, as if he was tearing and chewing Caspian's flesh and blood.

"Fifty-eighth floor." That's it. No smile. No directions. Just back to her screen. I get in the elevator and my stomach drops because it's made of glass and I can see everything falling away beneath me. I close my eyes. Count to sixty. When the doors open a woman is waiting. Tall. Black suit. Face like stone. "Sloane Thompson?" "Yes." "This way." We walk down a hallway covered in gold records. Names I recognize. Artists I've listened to my whole life.

(Adelaide) Adelaide stared at Thane with open contempt. He didn’t even glance at her. She wondered if that was deliberate—if ignoring her would make it easier later, when people spoke of her in the past tense. “Tradition speaks,” he continued. “The Devil will appear when the moon crests silver at its highest point. He will take form from shadow and flame. He will call forth the hunt.” A tremor rippled through the girls to her left. Someone whimpered quietly.

She was shit scared for her fate now. “Perfect!” June nodded at the guard who smirked. Isabel whimpered in terror. And out of nowhere, the words Viso D'Angelo spoke last night replayed her mind. ‘That you caught the eyes of a devil. Evil eye, do you believe in it?’ At this moment, Isabel truly believed that she had caught the evil eyes because her life turned upside down in just one night. . .

He was not a man but a devil’s incarnation with fire burning in his blue eyes. “Shut up, or I will pull your heart out and tattoo my name on it. Understood?” She sat there as he filled the beautiful letter. His blood had tainted her forever now. Aslan eyed his handiwork. It was perfect. Her heart bore his name now. It looked startling. Her skin was red from all the pricking. He applied the solution and cleaned it. She was his now. Elena had no idea when did they arrived home or when she went to bed, but she remembered one thing. The devil was back that night. He ravished her body and she laid there numb while he fucked her.

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

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.