Guardian Devil Daredevil Novels & Stories

The six massive guards lunged forward simultaneously. "Run, Elena!" Devon shrieked. Before the first iron blade could clear its leather sheath half an inch, Devon utilized the absolute last remnants of his stolen Alpha genetics. He threw his broken, bleeding body forward across the granite floor, his hands locking like iron traps around the ankles of the two lead executioners. He slammed his weight down, bringing both massive, armored warriors crashing violently into the stone floor with a thunderous ring of steel.

With Reggie off pretending to be me, she's the best person I can have at my side. Adjusting my stance, I roll my shoulders, shake my hair, and remove the last of my cold, business exterior to become the person the Devil May Dares expect me to be. Mr. D's gang wants to see the leader of the WST. They want Hazardous, not Hunter. Thug and playboy, gangster and stone-cold killer. "Let's roll," I place my aviator shades over my eyes and take a bold step forward.

Devon, let's scratch out already scratched thought, you're worse than the devil! "You have not answered my question yet." He said gravely. "What were you doing in her room in the first place?" The second guard gulped. "Alpha Devon i-" Devon lunged forward and grabbed him by the collar. The guard began to gasp for breath instantly and Devon squeezed tighter. The first guard had to speak up. "My lord, it wasn't him." "Then it was you?" Devon asked. He dropped the other guard to the floor and grabbed the first one. "Tell me, what were you up to?"

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 I heard screaming and assumed either someone was dying, or the child was victorious.” Ayra smirked. “He is.” Lucian’s eyes flicked to her. “You’re good with him.” She blinked, as if the compliment had startled her. “He’s easy to love,” she said after a pause. “No expectations. No games.” Lucian didn’t respond. Just watched Elias again. And then Elias looked up. “Lucian! Come help! You can be the Wall Guardian!” “I don’t know what that means,” Lucian replied, still lingering near the doorway.

Liam tilted his head and watched the guards, who were all armed, charging towards him. Judging from his behavior, this was probably not the first time he had witnessed his father’s unreasonable demands. And like every time, he would still be up for a fight. As the leading guard swung the homemade blackjack down towards the back of his head, Liam moved his upper body neatly to his right, leaving his left foot planted, leg out like a tripwire. The guard tripped, and as he fell forward, Liam slammed his elbow back into the man’s gut and snapped his fist up into the man’s face.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.