Ink Devotion Novels & Stories

The sound so violent it pulls me out of my haze and I jerk hard enough to hit the wall. Wood cracks against plaster and the rotten man spins around to face the somebody else now standing in the doorway. For one strange second my brain refuses to process him properly. All I see is black. Black suit. Black shirt stretched across extremely broad shoulders. Black tattoos crawling up a thick throat. My vision finally sharpens and the somebody else comes into full view, Jesus Christ he's enormous, not just tall, dangerously big. Dark hair pushed back from a brutal face. Sharp cheekbones. Hard mouth. Expensive watch glinting beneath tattooed wrists. Ink spills from beneath the collar of his shirt a

It was like an ugly pebble compared to all of this. I ventured deeper into the mansion, careful to not make a sound. I could feel a million eyes on me but I could see no one. I turned into a corner, my eyes scanning for anyone and cursing Gideon Vale for making my heart beat this fast in the morning. The hallway opened into what looked like a bar and the devil himself sat there like he had been there the entire time, like the house had simply decided to reveal him when I got close enough. Dark shirt. Sleeves rolled to his elbows. Hair damp and sli

I pulled the blanket closer to me and curled up on the windowsill, turning my back to the window and the world. Chapter One Six months later “Eve,” my sister’s voice was nagging me from somewhere. “Wake up.” I refused to open my eyes. Oblivion during sleep was better; it was the only time I got some reprieve. Sometimes I dreamt they were still with me. It was the only time I didn’t feel complete desperation. “Eve, that’s enough!” she begged. “I can’t bear this anymore. You have to snap out of it! Open your eyes or I’m calling the ambulance.”

She verified unsure of his possession and he smirked devilishly. “These are all the hair, Udona. The Chieftain’s youngest daughter-in-law recently gave birth to a girl. Following the rituals of old gods, the child's head was shaved yesterday to serve them to the goddess and prayed for protection against evil forces. When everybody left, I took them all for you. So here is your price Udona, hairs of the most innocent girl of the tribe.” He explained charmingly and she rolled her eyes. She wanted him to go through measures such as shaving the head of a grown-up female, but he found the simplest way for the strongest spell. In the end, she nodded in defeat and throws the sack in her basket.

“You’re a fool to walk alone.” She stepped out fully, robes of twilight blue, long silver braids down her back, and eyes like split opal. Vestra Valen, High Priestess of the Hollow Flame Coven. Janine’s heart clenched. She hadn’t seen Vestra since the night her father’s body was burned in secret, his ashes scattered in the valley behind their home. “You should have stayed hidden,” Vestra said, voice soft but cold. “He has already marked you.” Janine squared her shoulders. “He didn’t force me.”

(Legion POV) I decide to meet Davian at the Flame dinner on 58th and 9th avenue in Manhattan. It’s not too far from Levi live but still a good distance for me to travel. I heard a lot of good things about this place from friends, like them having pretty good food. I get there to see that he was already there and pretty much has been here for a while waiting for me. He sat at a table close to the door, with his food already on the table. He wore a plain black button up shirt, and black rip jeans. His long dirty blonde hair was tied back to reveal that he had some ear buds in. Wearing dark sunglasses as he stares into his phone making everyone around him think he’s not paying attention to what

Leo chuckled across from Calvin "can you lower your cockiness Leo? Aren't you ashamed to hear the girls behind you?" this time it was Christian who said . Christian is indeed the most naive man in Leo's circle of friends, Calvin and him, feel the most handsome and coolest, even though the idol in their group is Calvin Sandiego. A handsome man who, unfortunately, is really handsome, even almost similar to the handsomeness level of Shawn Mendes'.

her hands slowly travelled down around her neck as she inspected the faint purple bruise, her finger hovering lightly over it. And unconsciously her mind went back to the yesterday night, when she was beyond drunk and totally intoxicated by alcohol in her system. She remembered them playing a stupid game of Never-have-I-Ever, she reminisced how she begged him to kiss her because she knew she won't be able to do it while being sober. How she hadn't hesitated in capturing his lips with hers and sealing them into a kiss which soon had turned into something passionate as he surrendered and their body knew no bounds as Ashton kissed her neck while Bella tilted it to give him more access and Bella

The more I thought about it, the more I had a nagging feeling but I toned it down. Inferno’s new location was even better than the last. Curtis was going all out to bring his business back on track. If the crowded dance floor was any indication, his effort was paying off. It almost felt like a costume beauty pageant—the bartenders were all dressed up in black costumes while the girls wore identical red and black bunny costumes. Tonight’s theme was The Devil’s Den. It certainly did look like the devil’s den. An alluring dancer with the most luscious curves I had ever seen sashayed up to me. “Do you want a drink, beautiful?”

It's been a year since she was moved on, I'm glad for her. "Devonce!" I immediately turned around when I heard Dad call my name, I put the picture frame back in its place and walked towards to him. I smiled when I saw him with the old man. I felt awkward, this was the first time Dad introduced me to his employees. "This is Devi, my daughter," Dad smilingly introduced the old man "Devonce, this is Mr. Vergara. Partneredship with our restaurant," My eyebrows slightly raised when I heard that. I thought he was an employee! I just thought. I don't know about that but it looks like Dad thought it was good