Ice Devil Slayer Novels & Stories

She is afraid she will hurt the ones she loves—the family and her pack. The phone buzzed, and I reached for it. What? I said, thinking, " Is the lead warrior. Cadmus, Slava’s voice came through, and a chill ran through me. This woman is the devil incarnate. What is she up to now? "Slava, what is the problem?" I asked into the phone.

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

“And what do you have to lose, you already lost everything,” She gazed at me, “I have nothing to lose,” she muttered. “Why does it feel like I am about to make a deal with the son of the devil,” I chuckled. “Don’t be modest Elena, if we make this deal, you would be making it with the Devil himself,”

The darkness of the cave was heavy, cold, and suffocating. Devon stood over Elena, his clawed hands raised, his eyes burning with a psychopathic gold light that turned the stone walls into a nightmare. He looked like a rabid beast ready to tear her to pieces for her betrayal. But as he took a final step forward, intending to drag her back out into the freezing blizzard as a hostage, Elena’s body completely locked up.

The power to make him lose himself and that made my stomach flip. He shoved back in, deeper this time, hitting the back of my throat until I choked again. My mascara streaked down my face. My thighs clenched together as slick soaked my panties. I was soaked. From his foul mouth. From the way he degraded me and called it devotion. I had this. His darkness. His madness. Only I had it. “Fuck, you’re drooling all over me,” he grunted. “Fuck, I should hate you. But look at you…” He paused just long enough to reach down, pushing my dress up, his fingers sliding roughly between my thighs.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

His wings were out, the deep navy of them contrasting with his olive skin and light hair. Devon had stationed himself behind me, far behind, aiming at and taking out many Nephilim before I could even get my hands on them. As soon as one was identified as a threat he was on it. Which is why when I didn’t notice this guy getting shot I turned around quickly to check on him. A Nephilim had Devon in his grip, his big hand around his throat as he dangled there. No, No! I screamed in my head as I bolted toward him, leaving the giant Nephilim behind and no doubt a little confused. As I watched Devon’s feet thrash and kick, his hands desperately trying to pull off the Nephilims hand as his face turn

It took a step out of the flames and she heard the leaves crunch under its weight. It spoke in a language unknown to Jess but somehow she understood it. “She’s mine, she was promised to me.” A dark hand with claws reached out and stopped just in front of Jess’ face. A single tear drop rolled off her cheek. The now clear face of this thing got so close to her she could feel it breathing on her. It had horns, sharp teeth and it resembled every description of the devil itself. To terrified to move and in too much pain she sat there on her knees. “I’m speaking to the one called Jedd, the one that made this deal. It was not your deal to make. This child is a lamb of God and will not be sen

Callista “What?” I question, not understanding what Theon was saying. “What is a ‘Deviless’ and how is that related to the Winter Solstice?” “It’s a story the Headmistress found, and it mentions a devil and a deviless who fell in love, and then the devil wanted power-” Theon starts.

I close my eyes and wait in horrified stillness for her to speak again. After a long moment, she continues, “Everything I know is kind of pieced together. From what I understand, the demon’s always been there, wandering out in the swamp. Ages ago, my ancestors made some kind of deal with it, but it went wrong. It’s been haunting the property ever since, driving the Gregory family crazy and killing anybody who gets too close.” “Helen said it’s called Asmodeus,” I add. “They used some kind of voodoo spell.” It sounds so wild when I say it out loud. Do I really believe in witchcraft and conjuring and all of that woo-woo nonsense?