Rebel In Devil's Shackle Novels & Stories

“Do not look me in the eye without permission.” “Why?” she shot back. “Afraid I’ll see the coward hiding?” He stilled, a dangerous coldness washing over him. With lethal calm, he unbuckled his belt. Letting it fall slightly, revealing the stylish falcón tattoo, wings spread across his hip. A permanent claim. “Rule Four,” he said softly. “Every act of rebellion earns a chain. Every escape attempt, every defiance. Fight me, princesa, and I will brand my sigil here.”

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

He was staring at me as if I were a challenge, and men like him enjoyed difficulties. What the fvck are you doing in this place? I barked at him while once more holding the dagger. What do you suppose I'm doing here? He hissed at me in response, again devouring space between us. I cast a tight glare his way. My hand was covering the dagger when his hand reached out and grabbed it. He snarled, "I didn't realize you'd be such a traitor. "Traitor?" I echoed, cocking my head in disdain. He drew me in after this by grabbing my cheeks in an almost painful manner.

she said, her voice shaking with fear. "We can't let them scare us off." The rebel nodded his head in agreement. "We won't let them scare us off," he said. "But we have to be smart. We can't afford to make any mistakes."

“I was…” He swallowed thickly. “I was betrayed,” the betrayal was still in his voice, raw and visceral. “I was betrayed, poisoned, weakened, and imprisoned. I was sent to the human’s lands, and there magical cuffs were put upon me,” he looked at his wrists as if still seeing those bindings. “Bindings created by a witch, who they continued to torment, seeming determined to torture unto death. I broke free, and took her with me, making her my second child, Meguitte,” his eyes flared red with his rebellion against the humans who had tried and failed to break him, the tension of his confession breaking. “I have always adopted rebels,” Talen’s smile was all teeth. Heath’s lips curled. “I’d believ

The Covenant should never have been treated in this manner, with this violence. The Soulmate Covenant was broken, and because of one pair’s folly, so were all of the remaining bonds between other soulmated pairs. One couple’s actions have destroyed numerous other relationships, turning love to hatred, lust to pain, friends to enemies. What once brought people together now turned them into even greater enemies than they were before! What once was a Goddess’s love song became a Devil’s playground! ~Nights Later~

But I know she's out there somewhere, living a new life. Day 534. Started building her a way out. A clean slate. A life outside the shadow of the Family. Day 891. Everything is in place. The deal with the Feds is done. I give them a few international arms dealers, and they give the Marino family a chance to go clean. Tears dripped onto the page. For three years, he wasn't just looking for me. He was building a new world for me. A future where I could be free of the mafia forever.

He was a permanently exiled traitor who faced immediate execution if his boots touched the valley floorboards, yet he had dragged his broken body back into the heart of the warlord’s fortress just to unlock her chains. "Devon... you shouldn't have come back," Elena whispered, her voice raw as she tried to crawl toward the open doorway. "Marcus has signed the extermination decrees. If the vanguard finds you here, they will tear your head off your shoulders before you can breathe." "I don't care about his decrees," Devon muttered, a twisted, bitter smile parting his blue lips as he dropped to his knees in the dirt beside her, his hands trembling violently as he reached down to unbuckle the hea

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.