Maleficent X Diaval Novels & Stories

The tension in the room stinks demonically and the dire influence of it on her reeks of suppressed antagonism. “I am sorry Sophie, I didn't…” Sebastian pauses as he realizes his mistake. He wants to take his words back. He wants to close his mouth and lock every word he had just said. He wants to fuck her if that will make this event never occur. With his scattered wits still having enough potency to foretell what was going to come next, he creases his brows, the moderate perfume giving the room its graceful fragrance now becoming some foreign to him. He knows he has blown it by touching an insanely sensitive nerve in Maria. Too late.

Maleficent cracked a grin. Blood oozed from her forehead as her black hair scattered around her. A pair of glowing green eyes shifted from Damon the Prideful to Angelo the Faithful. She muttered under her breath in tight-lock jaws. “Fucking perfect timing you got, son of Lucifer.” It is so perfect that you ruined my surprise attack on time as if you knew what I planned to do—as if you do not want me to use the slaughter butterflies. Ha! You surely know the right buttons to push to make me seethe.

My little she- devil, I do not plan on being merciful tonight. But first, I must deal with Xien, I do not need him ruining my night. Then finally pay that wretched gorgon a visit. The old Byllis witch has proven herself useless, but I will be less of a Devil and give her one last chance, otherwise I will be adding her hideous skull to my collection. Varto has entertained my silence for long enough and my he is much aware of the wickedness crossing my mind and much more perturbed.

Xavier drawled and it was only a blur of movement I saw as Devon lunged for Xavier, his fist connecting with the vampire's cheek. I watched with wide eyes as Xavier snarled back, his eyes flashing blue and fangs bared, Devon grabbed for his collar and I sucked in a breath as he slammed Xavier on the floor, a crunching sound echoing in the room as Xavier winced and cursed before he struck out with his claws, slashing at Devon's face, gouging deep marks into his skin, splitting the smooth line of his lips at one corner and shoved him off with a sound kick to Devon's gut.

“You talk a lot.” “You’re so mean.” I pouted before a genius idea popped into my mind. “You know what? We should be best friends because you’re marrying my best friend. We should all be best friends together!” I couldn't contain my excitement and hugged him tightly with a big smile on my face. “Althaia.” The familiar voice of the Devil spoke, making me turn around to look at him. “Oh, look who came over, Tank Man. It’s il Diavolo.” I giggled.

Davis thinks that he only wants to sleep with her but I know that it's more than that and this idiot has no idea about it. All my friends are different species. Arjun is a Romantic Beast. Neil is a Mysterious Cruel Devil. Davis is the Sexiest Monster. and I am. I am a Demon, a Soul Sucker Demon but I got my Fire, my soul in the name of my wife, My Queen. Mrs. Maria Daniel Miller. Now, I am praying for my brother's future mates. God bless them and give them some extra power to tame them. I laughed madly at my own thoughts.

More human than he had ever seemed before. More dangerous, too. Because some devils don’t scream when they stab you. They smile. And wait for you to crawl back first. — Next chapter teaser: Outside, the palace roared with news—Xavier was back. Inside, I slept through it all. With his scent in my lungs. And the storm brewing in his eyes. This was no longer just a game of hate. This was war. And I had no armor left but the warmth of the enemy.

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.

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.