Fated To The Golden-eyed Devil Novels & Stories

“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.

“It's seems that not only have you refused to listen to my command, but you have also gotten the habit of hitting me whenever you get the chance.” Tanya turned her as slowly as possible, silently praying that it was not who she thought it was, but to her dismay, the devil stood behind her, with her wrist in his tight grip, staring down at her in a menacing way. One thought immediately popped into her head. “I'm dead.” She had completely forgotten about him promising to chop off her fingers if she ate anything without his permission. “Sirrr, urmmm, actually, there's this bad habit I have. I tend to forget things easily, so i forgot about your warning.”

"You! Who betrayed the kingdom! Kill her!" When the devils they called is in front of them now! The devils wore chains and hard vest. They are coloured in red! They had horns, tails, and tattoos all over their body. And so run they ran at Luis Park and the company. "Butt!" "Yes, master!" Butt replied. Then Butt move fastly! And spin to stop the upcoming devils. "Echolocation!" Butt floats and howled an ear-piercing sound.

They won, and one of the Devils — the bloodsuckers fell. And then the vision reverted back. Way back in time. A feeling which can only be described as depraved, malevolent, dark. Dark eyes. Dark soul. Mayari Tabbu’s sharp intake of breath could be heard. Mayari Tabbu’s body shook and what she saw made her grit her teeth and clench her fist. A few words could describe what she felt when she saw the scene. Anger. Betrayal. A vision of a yellow Shaman heading towards the Kingdom of the West with an offer on her hand. She wore a black cloak to hide herself but Mayari Tabbu knows that soul all too well.

Waiting for the two small Evil Devils to react and want to run away again, when they touched the surrounding golden light, their bodies seemed to be burned, exuding billowing black energy. Struggling like that for only a moment, the two little Evil Devils were unable to escape from beginning to end. Instead, the wounds of that golden light burned and piled up, and they knew for sure that they would not be able to escape. So, the two little Evil Devils knelt on the ground together, continuously kowtowing to Cadell Marcus and begging for forgiveness. "Leader, please spare your life... Please look at our pitiful lives, don't let me be beaten to pieces..." A small Evil Devil said very pitifully.

"I already have someone in mind for you. The King of Valethorne. King Malakar." Eryndra's breath caught in her throat. The name hit her like a physical blow, and for a moment she couldn't breathe at all. Of course it was a name everyone knew - even children in the furthest villages whispered about King Malakar in frightened tones. The heartless king. The cruel ruler who found joy in others' suffering. The man they called the devil incarnate.

I didn’t want to ruin the mood, but I knew he was withholding information from me. “Once we mark each other, there is no possibility for a second-chance mate.” As if reading the confusion on my face he continued. “If your mate dies before you mark them, the Moon Goddess grants you a second-chance mate. But if you mark your mate, then you are committed to them and only them.” He brushes a hair out of my face, but I push him back, sitting up. “Do you think that's a good idea though? Maybe we should see if I even make it through the full moon.”

As he spoke, he kept sneaking hesitant glances at me, as if afraid I'd turn him down. "Evelyn, I know I was wrong. Please, just give me one more chance—" Fed up, I cut him off, "Lucas, stop! Yes, these are the same pancakes I loved three years ago, but the old me is dead. She died the night you destroyed our future with your own hands! "Because of your blind trust in Isabella, she was disfigured, lost her pup, and nearly burned alive in that fire. You want another chance? Well, who's going to give me mine?

Taking a step forward, I began to go to help, but the beautiful mysterious man halted me. “It’s too late.” His fingers were hot upon my wrist. “What do you mean? You mean…you are here for them?” I stepped back towards him, but I didn’t pull my arm away from his warm grip. “Not all of them, just one. The rest have gone up above. I strictly work below.” “Are you the Grim Reaper?” Tears were building up in my eyes. “My name is Ash and you can say I am the Devil’s right-hand man,” he said. A tear glided down my cheek. Ash reached to my skin and wiped it. “Do I scare you?”