Painted Devils Novels & Stories

Audrey’s POV The devil was here. It was like anytime I thought of him or wanted to think of him, his face magically pops up and we’re seeing each other. His black hair was done in the same way Asher’s own was, his eyes staring straight at me as he sat down on the same seat Asher just stood up from. “Princess, if you had told me there was going to be an occasion where you'd dress up as beautiful like this, I would have gone in to…”

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

It was breathtaking. Crimson and gold lined the walls; two sets of spiraling staircases split open the foyer like it was a dancing maiden enchanting all who entered the room. A grand painting caught his eye as it stood ominously in the center of the room, hanging proudly above it all. It was Clay, standing tall and unnervingly inhumane in his small frame. His silhouette was depicted to be in between what Damon could only assume to be his parents. But what caught him off guard the most, was the brilliant shade of red his eyes were painted. A wolf stroked elegantly beside him as his hands seemed to grip onto the beast’s mane.

Pain is a family friend to the Browns’. Their theirs had been spilled on the grounds of Bushkill more than the rain had fallen in a year. Their heart strings had adapted fairly to the constant rapid sting that always presents itself unannounced. On the coast of tragedy, they must have had their names inscribed, or at least, the whistler of woe must whistle their names more too often than not.

It was funny how they had lost hope in us and their shoulders sagged in disappointment twenty minutes before the end of the game, but ten minutes later, they were screaming their lungs out. DEVILS: 4 out of 5 goals. PHOENIX: 4 out of 5 goals. One last goal was all I needed and even if I had to sell my soul to the devil, I was ready to fucking do that, if that would earn Phoenix team the win against the team drafted by the NHL. “This last goal won’t be easy.” I told the team as we gathered around. “The Devils will tighten their hold on the puck if it gets to their hands.”

Aston’s POV I backed away slowly as I was surrounded by Devils. My heart gave a painful squeeze seeing them marking me. They seemed to come out of nowhere filling up the tavern. Some of them were heavily scarred. Their tattoos, the devil as a pied pier, was branded on different parts of their bodies. This was my first time seeing them up close, and I won’t even lie, it was terrifying. They usually just rode through town on their travels. The mayor had been real strict against them forming roots in this town but now, here they were.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

Annie’s mouth dropped open as she took in the fully restored car. She wasn’t sure what kind it was. Her eyes moved over the paint. Taking in the running wolves along the passenger side door and the chrome detailing, the wax surface gleamed in the dim light of the garage. “It’s Dev’s hobby.” Candy said as she moved forward to open the door for her mate. “The car or the paint?” “Both, he’s the one who painted my shoes.” Candy answered as she held her hand out to Annie. Pulling her attention away from studying the details that Dev had put into his artwork. It was an accurate portrayal of wolves on the hunt.

So, still looking at us, he recited: "I looked into the eyes of the devil, dear God. And he felt more for me than you in my entire miserable life. "His fingers slid smoothly, touching the lower notes, and his eyes remained exclusively on me, as he added: "So, dear God, if there is one thing I don't believe in, it's you.”

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”