Silver Devils Novels & Stories

I was looking for was called the pink satin. Rich leers were said to stick to the part of the pleasure district. If I were going to give myself without love then I was going to make sure that it was with someone who had the money. Leers or non-humans tended to have money if they made it all the way into Rezzidel. As I walked I became aware of how over my head this situation was. Men were lifting the dresses of the women that they handed money to. Right there in the open. I kept Cedar's head facing me. I didn’t want him to be exposed to this. I couldn’t risk leaving him at the house and then mother coming back. I lifted my chin higher. I could do this. I tried not to make eye contact with an

He lifted both like a trophy. “I come bearing offerings.” “You come bearing a headache,” I muttered, pulling the door wider. Devon pushed past me immediately, all six-foot-seven of him. His hoodie was oversized and dark gray, half-zipped to show a black sleeveless top underneath. His sweatpants hung loose, and he wore a black baseball cap pulled low over his eyes—typical disguise-mode Devon. And of course, the diamond studs glittered in his ears even in low light, because subtlety was not in his vocabulary. The sleeve tattoo on his left arm was barely hidden under the hoodie, swirling patterns of black and cobalt ink crawling over his skin.

THE DEVIL : “If you will let me see Oliver before our wedding only then I will do as you like." She offered me a deal, she isn't the first person who offered me a deal. I had been offered kind of deal when I go to take souls of the people and my answer was always decided and firm, "NO"

A soft wind brushed against them, carrying the scent of jasmine and smoke — remnants of what had been, and what would never return. Below, the city roared with joy, but in that quiet space, there was only them — a family born of ruin, standing at the edge of a new dawn. And as the first stars shimmered above, Isabelle smiled faintly, her arms tightening around her son. Adrian bowed his head, as though in silent prayer. The devil of Deira had finally found his peace.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

The boy retorted, anxiety creeping in the pitch of his tone that rippled with jittered anger. It's then that Clay takes notice. Thick lashes fold down over a smolder of sapphire, and the male of prestige is raking his gaze past the boy's amusing countenance, to settle on the silverette's legs that exude an exotic scent. Metallic lavender, he acknowledges, just as Damon starts to favor his right side, crimson peeking in shallow dots beneath the surface of his jeans. The wounds…are seeping.

Is it the Devon I know the billionaire handsome superstar or do you mean someone else? "Calm down Sylv one question at a time." Laura said laughing at her excitement. Devon must be super popular since just one mention of his name got Sylvia this excited "Yes, he is Devon Williams, the Devon." She answered "Wowwwwww," Slyvia screamed over the phone Laura had to pull the phone out of her ear to avoid damages

I watch as Mr Layne laughs, he seems confident he will get me. “Easy, six hundred.” I stare at him, okay that is a lot. At the most, it is three hundred. Then again, I am used to where we lived before. This place apparently has more money. I see the other women grow impatient, and I don’t blame them. We stand here, and then they choose who they want, the last woman is the least wanted. Which has to hurt to know. “I guess I am paying two thousand four hundred.” I stare at Mr Devil, is he joking? Everyone is standing looking at him shocked, except the guy who runs the place he is just smiling a lot. His eyes roll like he is used to this sort of thing.

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

My grandfather called out, making me refocus my glare to the man who'd been suspiciously quiet for the past twenty minutes now—almost as if he was on the edge for making something go wrong. Or maybe perhaps he was now at the round table in the DaSilvers Mansion with his wife. “Ah, yes, Don Silver.” Salvatore finally responded, plastering a smile as he turned to scan the faces around, swallowing when he met my icy gaze. “About the wedding…we agree to your terms. All preparations have already been handed over to your organisers. The Morettis will just tighten the security with ours and invite my investors to make the connections bigger between our families.”