Hornblower: The Duchess And The Devil Novels & Stories

he lunges at me, his huge frame quick to block my path, while I do everything in my power to fight him off. "Get the fuck out of my way!" I push so hard at him, all the while trying to make sure the knife doesn't get through him instead of that desperate bitch. This is who I am; a predator who lives in anger, so lost in that unforgivable moment of rage that what makes me remotely human is lost and my hunger won't be quenched until my victim's blood taints my hands. "I didn't fuck her, you crazy woman!" he holds my shoulders, giving me a violent shake to awaken the humane part of me, "I didn't even touch her."

“She never ca-cared about the s-screams.” Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. “I am so sorry.” “S-she is evil i-incarnate.” “She is.” A movement at the corner made my eyes open. The duke was folding his arms, still leaning against the door. He watched us with a peculiar mix of curiosity and wariness. “She is devil per-personified,” Revandrel muttered, nose brushing my neck. My nails dug into my own sides. “You are not wrong.” “People-eating, s-soul-sucking being without a soul.”

I grab the gun from my holster and drag her behind the heavy oak desk. “Luca!” I shout. “I’m here!” His voice comes from the hall. A second later, he slides into the room, gun drawn, already scanning the perimeter. “Sniper. South window. At least two.” I peek up just long enough to see the muzzle flash from the tree line outside. The bastard’s good—precise, calm. Not some street-level assassin. This is personal. “Get her out,” I order. Luca nods. “Safe room?”

A big figure flapped his wings and flew toward the sitting man, and the man didn't sit back, he also turned into a devil, changing his green eyes to red and opening his black wings, while his wing took him higher to dodge the attack of Satan. "You never have done this in hell, but today you are on fire because of that girl. Isn't it amazing?" the red-eyed devil said and rushed to Satan, Alexander. "As I've already declared in hell that only I can play with my prey and I will decide when she will die or how long she will live," Alexander growled at the devil and lobbed a punch toward him, but it didn't fall on the devil, however, it destroyed the ceiling.

“Since when did you become so concern that you gave a second chance to someone? If that’s what you think I’ll do, then you’re definitely mistaken.” It was a long scream that could break all the glass furniture around them, the devil screamed just like how the devil would, it’s annoying and irritating. The devil pulled his lash and once again whipped it on Blanche, the hit targeted her poor leg that was shot by a bullet, but after the second hit, as soon as he inhaled for much force, a hand stopped him mid-air before the devil got slammed on the wall. “It’s sad and amazing how I see you again but with this situation.”

The moment she stepped inside, silence fell. Six men stood inside. One sat behind a desk, bald, broad, and smug-looking, the supposed one in charge, she guessed. He barely got a word out. Viviana pulled out the twin blades hidden beneath her jacket. Her movements were swift and controlled. The first two didn’t even see it coming. Blood sprayed as her blade sliced clean through necks and throats. Yevgeny stepped back, stunned. The man behind the desk reached for a gun, but it was too slow. She hurled a blade across the room, embedding it in his forehead. He collapsed, chair and all, with a dull thud.

The old man said while begging to Callum. I bit my lower lip and looked at Callum with emotionless eyes as he looked at the old man. He then, smirked evilly. “I hope you thought about that before you fucking did that to me, Mr. Domingo. You do know how evil I am when it comes to this kind of betrayal. I hope you remember.” I looked at the old man again. He fell to his knees weakly on the floor. He’s now crying while kneeling in front of Callum. But the latter looks ruthless and heartless while looking down at him.

I wouldn’t take the risk. I read the topic of the page; The White Damsel and the Black Devil. My eyes moved to the content written beside the picture of the girl. Thus the prophecy states; Lo unto a beautiful princess, the devil will come to make her his. No spell, no power, no bell, no tower, can come between their inseparable love. But a sacrifice will have to be made, by one from either side. As it is a story of the hawk and gentle dove. For the challengers, none shall be left alive.

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

Bernard spun around, his gun coming up– But before he could see anything clearly, a hand shot out from behind him and grabbed his neck. Hard. Bernard reacted on instinct. He flung himself backward, slamming the person into the wall with enough force to knock the air out of them. He spun around, his gun pointed directly at their head. Just then he felt the cold steel against his throat. A knife. His eyes adjusted, and he saw her face. Gianna. Her lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. "Good to know you're not slacking," she said, her voice smooth and amused. Bernard growled, keeping his gun trained on her even as the knife pressed against his skin. "Jesus, Gianna."