Incarnate Devotion Novels & Stories

"It's hard to explain. It was more like... something we instinctively knew. From the moment we awakened, we understood who we were meant to follow." His eyes met mine again, quiet and sincere. "That understanding became admiration. Then devotion." A small, almost shy smile crossed his face. "And for many of us... love." He was quiet for a moment before speaking again. "Those of us born under a deity's line will always carry that bond," he said. "It doesn't fade with time, and it isn't something circumstances can change. It stays with us for as long as we exist." I let that sink in before asking the question that had been nagging at me.

THE DEVIL: Ella has been distant and acting very strangely to me, I laid beside her stared at her clean innocent face all night. My happiness was beyond words when I feel her breathing beside me. I had thought that I would lose her after that ritual but Ella proved me wrong and I am thankful to her for proving me completely wrong. The feeling of losing her was so terrible, I didn't want to feel it ever again. Now with my blood, she has become immortal, except fire nothing can kill us.

“Death, reincarnation, and rebirth. Should I play a little bit more out of it?” Asking and acting as the villain in this game and book, yet the original and the very beginning. HIS unconditional love, care, and nature to let everything fall to what they desire then might be HIS sin all along, for putting the very original world and HIS creations in jeopardy. Yet, to make HIS children understand, a little punishment is not bad, not bad at all. Looking intently at the card with the devil’s name and the very image of it that tells its meaning and reflection, Emie holds unto it tightly for a while as she utters its very meaning that echoes with the following words.

Cedric has the power to know whether someone is good or bad by smelling her blood. He then took his nose away from her neck and stared deep into her eyes in admiration and curiosity. “You have a beautiful heart, as beautiful as your face. Your blood is so pure. You have no hatred and no anger. Your heart is filled with love and forgiveness. I have never met a human-like you before. How can a human have an angelic heart?” he said in a deep whisper. She stared at him with her mouth closed. She didn't understand what he meant. She immediately stepped back as his icy hand touched her cheek.

"But that shouldn't be. Evanescence only occurs to cultivators who fail the trial of transcendence, and no cultivator is capable of inflicting that upon another cultivator. As their lifespan expires, their soul simply fades into oblivion. Marcius couldn't even cultivate a thousand-year longevity, so he's definitely not reaching the trial of transcendence. Why would he evanesce?" "Now that's the scary party," Ashley sighed. "That priest is himself a cultivator, and he informed me that while cultivator souls fade to oblivion in death, the reason the heretic evanesced inside that ward despite his inferior cultivation is because of the nature of the ward itself. It was cast with countless human

"I don't want to have a relationship with you anymore. It's not because I don't love you anymore or because I don't want to. But I can't. My body's too dirty, and you deserve someone pure, someone who hasn't been tainted like I have." Immediately, Amethyst felt Dylan's grip on her hands tighten. He looked at her, and Amethyst saw the determination in his eyes. "Don't say that," he tried to comfort her. He knows that Amethyst's experiences are of no use, but he is still trying. "Amethyst, you're not dirty, okay? It's not your fault what happened to you. What happened before is for them to blame, not for you. You're not dirty, I repeat. You are not dirty. Also, certainly, you're not unworthy.

“How audacious of you, Dave! You served me divorce papers after betraying me all over again, and yet you have the guts to feel like your opinion of feelings matters to me anymore? How dare you?” Dave stepped closer. “No, how dare you? I forbid it! You can get married to anyone but him! Do you even know who you’re getting married to? Aren’t you aware of his nickname?? He’s nicknamed ‘Devil’ for a reason. He's the Devil's own incarnate, so for your own sake, don’t do something stupid and ridiculous.” He paused for a moment. “If you still respect me a little, you’ll listen to me.”

Cradling me as if I was made of glass, as if my survival was fragile and sacred all at once. “I told you I’d never let anything happen to you,” he whispered, low and throaty, anger and longing mingling in that dangerous cadence I had memorized like a prayer. I could only let myself be held, every nerve screaming in relief, terror, and something dangerously intimate. End Flashback

His response was immediate and warm, one hand rising to cradle my jaw, touch reverent, careful, deeply present. Not hunger. Not urgency. Devotion. When we parted, I didn’t step away. Neither did he. Our foreheads rested together, noses brushing lightly, the space between us now familiar territory. “Stay with me tonight,” he said. It wasn’t possession. It wasn’t command. It was invitation wrapped in vulnerability. “I wasn’t planning to be anywhere else,” I whispered. His exhale was warm against my lips. Relieved. We moved inside slowly, hands linked, not hidden, not strategic, natural. The corridor lights dimmed automatically as we passed, the building shifting into night cycle. No alerts. No

Behind me, Stella cried out in despair: "Matteo, didn't you love me for ten years? Do you have to be this cruel?" I didn't break stride, and her voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Matteo! I'm so sorry!" My fingers curled at her apology, but I didn't look back. Outside, the sunlight hit me, warm and golden. A decade was wasted on misplaced devotion, but I believed the future held happiness for me. After all, I'd found the girl who'd waited ten years for me.