Incarnate Devotion Novels & Stories

"She needs you." "We need you too," Conri said. "I'll always be there for you," Xavier said. "That will never be in question," Thea said. She put a hand on Xavier's cheek and focused on him. "You're the God of Unwavering Devotion. Dedication. Protection. Work. Service. Sacrifice. Commitment." Thea wiped a tear that fell down his cheek. "We figured out what they're the gods of, too," she said. They told him, and when he heard each one, he felt a surge of arousal, possessiveness, and pride.

After becoming an officer of the Legion of Mary in the church where she frequently attended, Ericka purchased an image of Immaculate Conception, which she closely examined one night before having a dream. "This is my beloved son, Jesus Christ. He is the son of God, sent to the world because of God's love for everyone. He descended from heaven through the spirit of God that resides inside my womb and became man with my own flesh and blood. Despite having the nature of God, He humbled himself and lived among sinners to demonstrate the unfailing love of God so that anyone who believes in Him shall not die but have eternal life."

Ascending from level nine supreme paragon to true immortality marked a huge leap and transformation in the hierarchy of existence. The prelude to becoming an immortal was attaining perfection in spirit, essence, and energy alongside mastering one's path. Essence represented one's vitality and the locus of life; it was the source of mana honed by the practitioners. Energy and spirit encompassed one's physique and primal spirit, respectively.

Thus, Seraphina quickly understood what Devon wanted to convey, and she chose to wear only his clothes. Devon becoming possessive towards Seraphina, even though she has only just agreed to enter into a courtship with him. He cannot fully understand that when Seraphina wear a crop top and shorts, the demon within him becomes uncontrollable. He would not hesitate to kill anyone who dares to look at her figure and her angelic face. "Of course you are," Devon replies, cheerfully watching the lady. At this moment, he cannot comprehend that he is secretly smiling, something he rarely does.

dinner was held in the grand dining room. Angelo had invited a few key business partners and family members. "Everyone," Angelo said, raising his glass. "I'd like you to meet Lady Seraphina my special advisor." "Special advisor?" one of the men asked. "In what field?" "Art investment and business strategy," I answered smoothly. "I'll be assisting the Marino family in developing new ventures." "Ms. Seraphina has the highest authority," Angelo added. "What she says, goes." Surprise flickered across the faces at the table.

LEON Everything about her gets under my skin and lingers there, from the hair on her head to the tips of her painted toes. She’s the physical, present embodiment of everything I’ve spent my whole life hating, wrapped in a pretty package. I can’t decide what I hate more: her, for existing, or myself, for letting her little acts of mischief get to me.

"And you! Don't contaminate this young man's mind with your stupid ideas." "Tch! Doofus," The raven haired guy snickered and moved his eyes to look at me, "Hi there Henry I'm Blaze, I can be your friend, but if you want more I can be the fire that will help warm you in the cold night." He said with a silvery voice, and my brother unknowingly clasped his arms around my shoulders. “Hey, stop that! This is my brother, you jerk!" Grey yelled at the man, and Blaze's mouth curved into a sly smile.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

I hope to see Calvin soon, I know Eva would surely take care of him. To evade suspicion and being noticed, I changed to a maid and changed my appearance to look ugly to avoid attention. I would totally fit in with my new nature. As a maid, it was easy to get information from inside but it would be difficult to get close to Devon. The Lycan blood pack is now in a state of unrest because of Devon's manipulation while everything on his side was at peace. The goddess being a spirit that stands on the side of light while Devon stands on the side of darkness. Her celestial name is Devon, no one knows this except her children who are on the dark side. One of them was Susanna, my mother , who had dr

What was truly wrong was two-timing, stringing people along, using others, and refusing to repent. Soon, Frederick finished his apology. Now it was Angela's turn. She stood up, paused for a moment, and merely said, "Good looks are not a free pass for bad behavior. Those who lack conscience and respect will be weeded out." The whole venue fell silent in an instant. Her words were simple enough, but in this setting, they carried a sharp, commanding weight, especially after Frederick's pitiful little speech. "Wow, she's amazing. I'm starting to really like her. She's got solid morals."