Fated To The Golden-eyed Devil Novels & Stories

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

Beautiful in a way that still hurts. ‎Black tux cut to kill. ‎Eyes scanning the room like he’s cataloguing threats. ‎And then those eyes find me. ‎Across champagne flutes and chandeliers and two years of distance. ‎They find me. ‎And the glass slips from my fingers. ‎Shatters on marble like gunfire. ‎Because the devil I prayed I’d never see again just walked straight back into my life. ‎And the woman still holding my hand—the woman who just called me the kind of girl her grandson deserves—is Olga Romanov.

All I saw was fear and a nod that only means this was the only option. I was devastated, shattered in spirit and right this moment, I just wanted to faint for a long period of time and when I woke up, all this would be a nightmare; one that I will try to forget. I was so immersed in my emotions I didn't realize the devil was behind me. I turned abruptly as he slowly leaned towards me. “If you agree to be my pet for a year, then you and your father will be free" The devil whispers coldly, with his eyes full of desire.

“Another shirt ruined.” Olivia stood, her mouth agape in shock. Cassandra stood, backlit by the sun setting. Her hair wild, the left side of her white shirt hung loose from her pants, blood soaked her sleeve, and a man lay at her feet. When Cassandra looked up she was shocked to find herself lost in blue eyes. The rumours that she was cold was far from the truth. She was heat, white, hot heat. And Olivia feared she’d be burned alive is she didn’t get away. Something must have shown on her face. Cassandra straightened and stared at her in challenge. The devil behind the cold eyes a deep contrast. “I want to go home.”

Don’t get overly excited “ This is just a contract, you’re not fit to be my slave let alone my wife. I only agreed to this because of my reputation and just so I could badge a business deal .. I jotted out And who the hell told you I wanted to get involved with an arrogant, Ugly looking brat like you .”she fired back Ashley’s Pov This guy is crazy! Who the hell does he thinks he is?? I bet those sneaky girls makes him think every girl wants to have a thing with him “. I hissed and walked out of the room.

They quickly ran forth to hold the deceased’s bones. “A Golden Devil. Once one gets caught in their gaseous grip, they’re done for! If you can withstand its attack, you will be sent to the Land of Despair, though your placement will be at random!” a Master said, “Of course, the Devil doesn’t always appear!”

From where she stood, Layla watched as the golden beast clawed the devil's face and bit his leg. It one swift move, he turned and threw Hades into the flaming crater of fire. Moments later, Belphegor's body followed suit as he was thrown into the gates of Tartarus. Layla watched the burning crater billowing with thick red flames. Was it over? Had they defeated the devils? The golden beast landed firmly on the ground and let out an ear shattering roar. This thunderous roar was echoed by the other lycans as if passing a message to everyone that the battle had been won.

His expression morphed into one of concern and confusion as he took in her appearance, his grin returned , "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, I won't hurt you, that's if you do exactly as I say" He smiled again and reached out to touch her. But Maltida pulled away, sobbing harder and shaking uncontrollably "No, please!" She cried. "Please don't touch me, you disgusting devil!" Ryan frowned but didn't make another move to come near her, not even after the tears had subsided "Alright, alright, I'll take it, I'm a devil, Now, listen up, we're going to meet your husband"

he said. I nodded at him, then I walked out of the kitchen to make him breakfast. ****** Vincent covered his mouth while laughing. Angela's donkey brain didn't realize that she had fallen into the devil's trap. The devil will do anything to make her his wife and he will never let her free from his clutches. ******