La Puerta Del Diablo Novels & Stories

Dante motioned for Caelum to stay behind and crept forward. The tunnel opened into a hall of mirrors. Dozens of them lined the walls, none casting a proper reflection. Instead, they shimmered with visions of Emilia—crying, bleeding, running. "Illusions," Caelum said quietly behind him. "Crafted to drain hope." Dante stepped forward. Every mirror he passed twisted Emilia’s image into something worse—her turning into a witch fully, her eyes glowing, her hands stained with blood. He growled, striking a mirror with his claw. It shattered, and with it, several others flickered and blinked out.

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

“Although few people are aware of it, the Mestia River exists beneath this area and, in addition to purifying these cunning creatures, it also consigns the devil to hell.” “Hell?” "A region resembling the land of death" I scream, but he snapped his fingers again before anything could happen, and sure enough, we were already in front of a massive door. We are looking at a metallic object with many symbols written within it. It is indeed dark when I gaze.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣 "𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑢𝑝, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦."~~ 𝐿'𝐴� �𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝐷𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

She's the key. I turned the words over slowly in my mind, the way you turn something over when you're trying to feel the edges of it and understand its shape. Key to what? This marriage? Something larger than this marriage? Something that had been decided and arranged and set in motion long before a man named Alaric Virelli arrived in the rain outside Dorian's house and said two words that changed everything? I heard movement from behind the door, a chair, footsteps adjusting, and I moved before I had consciously decided to, stepping quickly and quietly past the door and down the corridor and not stopping until I had turned the corner.

"I'm not some innocent little lamb who needs to be led around like a puppy." He chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "Oh, trust me," he said with a hint of sarcasm. "I know exactly how to treat you like one." The implication in his words sent shivers down my spine, igniting a mixture of anticipation and fear within me. "Welcome to Casa de Diablo," Alessandro greeted with mock enthusiasm as we drove towards the large entrance gate. I looked up and there it was boldly written CASA DE DIABLO on top of the gigantic gate which looked kinda haunted and under it was written LA MANSIÓN DE LUCA in a smaller font.

Not yet anyway. We pulled into Club Diablo and I put the car in park. I look at her and can tell she has heard of the place. The most exclusive club in Dallas, mainly only demons and other supernatural beings visit. The few humans allowed in either never leave or leave knowing all their dreams are about to come true having sold their soul for one thing or another. Humans souls aren’t hard to get anymore, everyone is desperate for something, fame, fortune, love. All we have to do is promise it will be theirs. We never lie when making a deal though, it’s against the rules. When we promise to give them everything they ever wanted we always follow through. The problem humans don't consider is wh

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”