Incarnate Devotion Novels & Stories

How can a man born of vengeance touch me as though I am the only flame that warms him? Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging, urging, surrendering. His lips moved lower, tracing fire down her collarbone, his horn grazing her hair. She trembled, torn between fear and a hunger that had long since burned away the edges of innocence. Their passion devoured the night again — bodies entwined, breath stolen, souls colliding until no space remained between them. Every gasp, every cry, every shiver wove them tighter, not merely as man and woman but as king and queen bound in something deeper than lust: a dangerous, unbreakable devotion.

Offer our prayers to the Most High, that without delay they may draw His mercy down upon us; take hold of the dragon, the old serpent, which is the Devil and Satan, bind him and cast him into the bottomless pit that he may no longer seduce the nations! A visible twitch crossed Xavier's face, his grin disappearing. "In the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the Archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints! And powerful in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the Devil! God arises; His enemies are scattered

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

“No one has met or spoken to the Devil. You would be surprised to hear that each spirit is made of the same energy. Humans give us different names as per our energy and actions. Incubuses, demons, ghouls, and spirits all are one. What makes us different is our nature. I may not look any different from an evil spirit, but I am not evil at heart.” I opened my eyes to let him know I was neither afraid of him nor stupid enough to fall for his endless lies. “Nonsense. I don’t believe a word you say. Now, you are only making up more lies to deceive me. All demons are incarnations of evil. I am not stupid enough to believe that you look like a demon but are a saint at heart.” Silently, Desmond star

It sent me millions of sparks down to my core. "D-Devon... please..." I sobbed. I tried to resist him but he was too strong. "Don't pretend that you don't like it, priestess..." He kissed my neck again. This time, he became passionate and slow. "D-Devon..." "Submit to me, my priestess. I don't fucking care about your spells. All I need is you..." he whispered. "Devon, this is a sin against the heavens. You must not do this. Please..."

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

He was willing to throw us all away for one woman. Rage and despair twisted in my chest. I screamed, "Elliot Quinn, are you even human? Are you really going to wait until we're dead before you believe me and Sophie? Did you forget what you've seen with your own eyes?" He had been reborn, same as me. So why wouldn't he believe us? He sneered. "You just want Dad to hand the company over to you, right? But you'll get married someday. What's the point of giving you everything?

A place where both people can return intact, even when the outside world fractures them. We talk about how devotion doesn’t trap—it anchors. It doesn’t shrink lives—it steadies them. And we name something quietly revolutionary: Love doesn’t need to be dramatic to be meaningful. Drama burns bright and fast. Devotion burns steady and warm. This chapter isn’t loud. It’s deep. We also acknowledge that sacredness doesn’t make love immune to pain. It doesn’t promise ease. But it changes how pain is held. Pain is no longer weaponized. Discomfort is no longer ignored.

"There's a tale about the very first guardian of the moon. He was so mighty, mind and body, that Bulan loved him so dearly. You see, all guardians struggle with Guardian's Fidelity, but not him, the pioneer. He was able to achieve Divinity which was believed to be the reason why guardians could retribute even after death when the Bakunawa wins over them, giving us all the chance to squeeze its heart to death." "You keep mentioning Guardian's Fidelity, tatay. What's that anyway?" Luna wondered. "Right. Guardian's Fidelity is a state wherein a guardian "does the real duty". It's very, very hard to maintain." ""Does the real duty"?" Luna asked, puzzled. "There's a power dynamic in manifesting t

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.