Satan's Mistress Novels & Stories

Lucifer jerked me to a stop and I noticed two male demons sitting on a contemporary looking couch. "Don't mind them, they are friends of my son, Sathanas," Lucifer said rudely and called for his wife. I watched a stunning woman saunter into the room and eye Lucifer questionably. He began to explain how he had given Dakini the position of wetnurse since her infant had perished making me feel horrible, that is until Lilith rolled her green eyes and simply said,"she was a harlot. Why on earth would you assign her to Mortas's children? Men's logic befuddles me." She shooed Lucifer away and took my hand and pulled me with her towards a lovely modern kitchen. "Let's have some wine and chat about o

I don't want to leave you hanging so I will explain how I planned on ending this book as well as those on Good Novel The Beautiful Silence, My Famous Mate, and The Werewolf Kings Mistress. His Young Luna- So with this story we were actually close to the end anyways. Sampson and Odessa were going to finally mark each other. During her Luna ceremony Edward and Angela were going to attack with their new pack. Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after.

“She's your mate, D'Angelo, your only shot at happiness. Isn't that the reason why I left you for Grey? Surely you don't want to be in a loveless marriage with Alexis, do you?” “I can't accept an omega. I will not only be endangering her life but also bringing ridicule upon myself.” Silence engulfed us, thick and suffocating. No one spoke, and we all watched the mute TV in front of us until Zina broke the silence. “This might sound stupid, but you never know if you never try. Instead of rejecting her, make her your mistress. Get her a secret house, provide everything she needs, and enjoy the maximum pleasure of fucking her.”

Right after her thoughts ended, Satan walked in through the front door with an ugly expression on his devilish face. "Master, you need to have a look at Mistress. Yesterday she fainted outside your study room, and you were out of reach."Jule could not disobey Brianna, but she could tell Satan about Brianna's health. Isn't that obeying both the Master and Mistress? "So she heard him! Ha! A pathetic human being." I'll look for her. No need to disturb us for the time being." Satan smirked and leisurely walked upstairs,

SELENE “Aaargh!’ The screams echoes in the air mingling with the thick scents of burning sage and the coppery tang of blood. It clings to the dark stone walls of my sanctum, a place that has seen countless rituals and punishments over the decades. The flickering light from the sconces casts eerie, dancing shadows, making the room feel alive with a sinister presence. My sanctuary, my domain, where no one dares defy me. Except this bitch. The woman's screams echoes through the space, each cry sharper, more desperate than the last. How dare she covet what is mine? Mine. The supreme coven mistress. I sneer down at her limp body, bound to an iron chair at the center of the room, with enchanted ch

It was with that seed that in critical moments, she could maintain the last bit of clarity in her mind and not completely fall into darkness. Now, Luna was burning her memories to awaken this power and fight against Satan, even managing to wound him severely. “T-thou... Thou art utterly unreasonable!” Satan clearly realized it too and looked at Luna with fear in his eyes. “Thou hast signed two contracts... Memories art thy last recourse for returning. If thou dost sear away thy memories, thou shalt vanish forevermore from the world, ne’er to return. Madness! Thou must be mad!” Satan’s tone became heavy for the first time.

I want to scream, not out of pain—there is none—but out of shock and fear. “What are you doing to her?!” Grimm shouts the question that I want to ask. “Quickening this pregnancy to call our dark Mistress forth.” Dark Mistress? “This child will be our goddess's vessel! Lamashtu. And she will bring down calamity to this world!” "Lamashtu?" Grimm asks. "An ancient being from the beginning of time.” What? No. No, no, no. I try again to desperately break through the control, to force even a single muscle to resist, but the spell holds me down with a suffocating finality, and all I can do is lie there while my stomach continues to grow under the Mother Witch’s chant. Inside my mind, I am screaming

Her presence was undeniably mesmerizing. "I am the remains of a woman deeply in love with a man," she revealed, her voice echoing with poetic sadness. "You're familiar with Diabolos, aren't you?" she asked, and I nodded in agreement. I was well aware of Diabolos, the enigmatic being who often drew me into this bizarre realm. "I am his mistress," she declared, sending a wave of shock through me. If her words were true, then she was the catalyst for Diabolos' obsession with mortality and his perilous quest.

"Looking for something, sister?" Freya's mouth curled. "You're in restricted records. That's a Council offense." "So is funding chemical weapons used against a Lycan prince," I answered. "But we can compare notes later." She moved closer. The pregnancy made her slower, but the old cruelty was still sharp. "You think that choker makes you untouchable? You're still the same discarded whore who crawled into Xavier's bed the night Scott rejected you." I touched the black leather at my throat with two fingers, deliberately.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.