Fated To The Golden-eyed Devil Novels & Stories

Haya shut her eyes not able to look at what she was seeing. He is not a devil, he is an actual beast.

His eyes glowed angrily, beneath the forced calmness. "But her eyes--" "I didn't say I didn't have it before, I only said it isn't with me anymore " he stated, obviously playing on my intelligence like he always did. "Hence, she does have our eyes because she's bound to me." The way he used 'our' was very unsettling and didn't bode well with me. "So Belinda made a deal with you? And she got her soul back? How?" This was interesting. "Once upon a time, years ago," the Devil started, theatrically, even waving his hands about for dramatic effects. "Belinda Johnson summoned me and decided to trade her soul for a wish, which I so generously gave." He paused.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

The voice answered before I could form the words. “Remember the keys to freeing yourself from the repeated curse of fated mates choosing another and rejecting you: allow the mate bond to accept who it was chosen for. Once you do, your luck and faith will shine brighter than even I, and your ancient powers will at last return. Your fated mates must share the same ending in name as that of your chosen successor. This successor is the pup you bear — not theirs, for they shall never raise a pup that survives beyond half the first generation. That is one of the many weights of the curse. They can never speak of it, and you would never learn of it, until your time came. Lyra has been made to not k

Luca whispered against his hair, “remember this. You are bound to me. And I will destroy anyone who tries to take you away.” Adrian closed his eyes and listened to Luca’s heartbeat. The devil was willing to risk war for him. And Adrian was no longer sure he wanted salvation.

Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

“It's about your defeat and death, Devil!” “Oh,” the Devil seem amused, his eyes shone with strange light as he prepare to becomig more serious to defend. “Then do whatever it takes to kill me, put everything on the line! Time's gold for a curse,” the last sentence sent through the mind-link and Raj could see begged in the Devil's eyes as he howl to call his wolf. He wouldn't dare to stopped, he has to end this fight! Whatever the truth was, he has the feeling that the schemer of all schemer wouldn't show up without the one of them suffer ultimate defeat!

Fangs gleamed in a maw that split into a grin too wide for any mortal face, sulfurous breath fogging the air. 'Foolish mortal,' the devil hissed, voice echoing in Elian's mind like nails on bone. 'The pact demands blood of your blood. You think to barter your husk? No. I will have the heirs—or watch you drown in their screams.' Damitri lunged, sword flashing, but the devil's claw lashed out, shadows erupting to ensnare him mid-stride. The queen's cry shattered the tension, the boy twisting in vain. Elian pressed closer, spectral hands reaching uselessly, horror rooting him as the chamber dissolved into chaos—clashing steel, demonic roars, the infant's wail cutting through like a knife.