Gateway To Devil's Triangle Novels & Stories

He asked with a stoic face. I nodded. Devon got up and sprinted down the hill, taking his wolf form. I glanced at Reese, who was gradually gaining his breaths and trudged down the hill. The gate to the underworld was much more enormous than it looked from the hill. We ran on the red path with giant statues of devils on either side. It seemed as if they were all alive. Kazeal was the closest to Diana. “Diana!” He kept calling out to her, but she didn’t respond to him. “Diana!”

From the constant miserable situations they have faced, he needs reprieve. “Many are drowned by pride, make sure you won’t become one of them.” Huzefa smirked when they reached a twenty feet tall gate. A devil’s face was carved on it with metal but the clear stains of fresh blood was tainting its tongue, indicating the entrance towards hell. “Well. This is where I leave but our paths will surely collide again.” Huzefa smirked, definitely a devilish one but they didn’t trust him in the first place. “Hey, Huzefa…” Vera called, coming closer towards the gates.

Apparently, they came into the Territory through the tunnel located in the servants’ quarters, specifically in Alexis’ old room. Devilio is dismayed, and as hard as he tries to hide it, Kayola can see that he is scared. She looks around and sees Warinth, and also Rupel, the Trybrid Lord. Silence pervades the war field until Warinth screams. “Attack! Don’t forget my orders!!!!!!!”

Asher's Point Of View We were at the portal gates of the demons' realm. This was where the Kroma Conclave headquarters was. It was impossible to enter, only top-ranking demons had access to enter, aside from the Conclave. I slit my palm, pouring my blood on the black crystals, and instantly, a red glow appeared in the middle of the tall black pillars. A portal gateway. I turned to Cory and Andy, before stepping in. "Stay close," I ignored the deafening screams that echoed through the red mist that surrounded us in the portal. They belonged to demon souls from the fiery pit that had been banished there for committing heinous crimes.

He saw Angelina’s puzzled eyes and said, “Locate them and let others go support them.” Macy made a few more calls. Soon, her eyelids twitched and she whispered to Lucas once more, “Prince, the location of the car and mobile phone is pointing toward…” “The area known as the coast of the Devil’s Triangle of Mordu…” “The water at that place is a thousand meters deep, and the waves are surging.” “The people we sent are probably dead…” Clang! Angelina instantly smashed her wine glass on the table. She looked completely anxious. Sh never expected that even Lucas’ men would suffer in Harvey’s hands!

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

But Kiva only said one thing that truly silenced the group. “The Gate didn’t fall,” she said. “It transferred.” “Transferred?” Serena echoed. “To another scar,” Kiva confirmed. “One deeper. Older. Buried in the bones of the western mountains.” Mira leaned forward. “You mean the old fault line?” “Yes. That’s why the ground hasn't healed. Because the Gate is learning. Adapting.” “Becoming alive?” Elias asked. Kiva nodded once. “And it’s hungry.” Serena stood alone at the high tower later that night, firelight glowing beneath her skin.

They exchange handshakes just before walking out. Sebastian, having gone through the case of Allison Drexler now stands at the pouch of a wooden hut-like house with garden looking more like a thousand years un-grazed land. His uneasiness begins to weigh on him as he turns in different angles. He knocks on the door for the umpteenth time. A cracking sound of metal comes from behind the door and Sebastian knows instinctively to dodge. The wrecking sound of a gunshot blasts through the wooden, then the gun repeats its movement and then, another shot.

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”