Reina Devil Form Novels & Stories

”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.

When one of those cold fingers touched her skin, she flinched and wanted to shrink them, yet to her bewilderment her hands were bound by those ropes. "Such a beautiful lady, I doubt how a bastard man like Lynn can bring you into this world....'' his words turned her eyes hollow. "W-what nonsense are you spouting!" Suddenly, the man gripped her chin tightly and traced her to stare in those eyes where she was sure she could dive in. They were containing danger, a fear she wasn't ready to come across. "Nonsense? Then let me tell you Haley. You are the daughter of an underworld King, or shall I say, late underworld king. An heir to his mafia group and an heir to this title... Hailey Lynn."

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

Images of women in cages and identifiable pictures of his own cartel, with each member’s faces on a sadistic group photo in a torture chamber. And then his eyes found me. I froze. I’d seen Sebastian in many forms—but not like this. Not as the Devil they feared. He walked toward me, slow and measured. The wind dared to rustle the photos, but the crimson held fast, like a thick paste. Sebastian adjusted his tie with slow precision like a man sealing a prayer after a ritual. Then his gaze lifted—those cold, merciless eyes found mine. I stilled. There was no trace of softness in him now. No charming rogue, no velvet menace.

"I don’t know why you keep doing that though. Your tits look fantastic in that dress!" My face is practically on fire now as I try to recover from her words. Who even talks like this?? So crude and yet so sultry... like silk. This woman feels like getting hit by a very glamorous tornado... It's dizzying! "I'm Rhyssa, by the way," she says brightly and I scoff internally... Of course her name is something like Rhyssa... A woman dressed entirely in red with cheekbones sharp enough to kill a man could never possibly be named something normal like Jane...

She was everything Clara was not in his eyes, and far more intoxicating—far more desirable than Clara had ever been. “Don’t make me spell it out for you, my boy. You know what you should do. Bring Clara back and make her carry your child. That child is our only way into the Mor-Sark organization. You are the next Lord of Mor-Sark if you can give Clara a child,” Ignazio said firmly. “Then we will control the majority of Mor-Sark’s businesses. Once Cassian wakes from his coma and learns you divorced and dishonored his precious daughter, our position will collapse. Our family bloodline will be completely diminished. While Cassian is still in a coma, act now! Bring Clara back and marry her again

I reached the top floor. I opened the door and came face to face with the devil himself as it is his office. He smirked seeing me. He is so matured by now. Last time I saw him was at his graduation ceremony. It has been 4 years already. He is more handsome by now. "Hello! Ms.Vixen!, I heard people calling you that!!!", That dumb always getting on my nerves. Ignoring his smirk "Yeah! Mr.Devil! No!!! Mr.Manwhore!!, Heard from that same people ", I smirked.

- Hijama asked, his mouth completely open. That scene caused a pair of giggles from Koneko and Ravel. "Pfft! A self-proclaim one, she's a reincarnated Angel. Similar to the 'Peerage System' the Angels have one as well based on cards, called 'Brave Saints'" - Xenovia laughed at Irina and explained to them. They thought something like that could occur, after all, if the Devils could transform any other race into their own, why the rest could not? "Let me continue!~" - While puffing her cheeks Irina scolded Xenovia, who just smirked.

"You want to know why I'm here for you and whom you've offended. Alright, let me satisfy your curiosity. You have offended many people, but due to your powerful background in both politics and business, you fear no one and commit crimes even in broad daylight. Unfortunately, your recklessness has caught up with you, and everyone must pay for their actions. Do you want to know who I am before you meet your demise?" James nodded, desperate to know his killer before he took his last breath. It was the least he could hope for. "I am the Devil Queen—the untouchable Devil Queen. I assume you've heard of my name," Emine casually remarked as if discussing an insignificant matter. James was beyond sh

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.