Sparda Sin Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I roared back. My hands were fused to the beam, the violet fire searing my palms. But the pain was fuel. I looked at Dante. He was standing now, but he wasn't just a man anymore. The "Solid Violet" light was pouring out of his eyes and mouth, his skin shimmering like a dark sun. He was the "Trigger"—the biological detonator my mother had hidden in the slums of Lagos. "Dante! The memory!" I yelled. "The 'Original Sinner'! Use it to anchor the pull!"

Destiny has different ways of avenging the recklessness of time as it once again repeated the long-lost cause, hoping to see something different this once that may keep it entertained as long this life lasts. The fallen might see it as a golden opportunity to rewrite the stars, change the outcomes, and most important- correcting their mistakes but the betrayer saw it as a punishment. A ruthless way of repenting sins by mending the heart he once broke out of greed. But it was unfair and injustice served to her for she has to tolerate the same beast once again and will herself to fall for the charms that have already crushed her life before. She has to go through the same process again to ente

am waiting you Abarat", she yelled loudly while lengthening her height from 3 inches to 63 inches. Now the tiny innocent human like creature became into a height of a normal human female of warm beige skin complexion. Along with the height there was some changes in appearance and expression too... When she opened her mouth to call 'Abarat' we can see her split tongue along with uvula piercing and lengthened canine teeth. Also she had scars on chin, pointed elf ears, lmplants on her chest and hand. A magnet in her finger too. Moreover her hair was tough black and hands were fully tattooed with strange pictures.

The place was quiet with only the sounds of eagles circling the building, no wonder there were corpses. Even nerve in my body was telling only one thing that I should have not come and then my phone rang. I picked up without checking the caller id. "Sharp on time Miss Vitalio. I could have thought of no better place than this for bringing you on our first date?" I know this voice, sinful with a hint of sarcasm, it was him. The devil, the asshole, the fucker who fooled me. What was I even thinking before coming here. Once again I fell into his trap. "Where are you?" I said through my teeth, gripping my phone tightly in anger. "Right behind you. " And it turned and he was there in a black suit

He should have offered up this freedom sooner. The Devil sat down on the bed, his hand coming out to pat the spot beside him. Win sat down and Adom took his hand. He eyed the Soulmate Angelic Mark for a second before turning his attention back to Win hand. He allowed his fingers to rest over the skin there and the Win gasped softly as Devil hand warmed and a spell was performed. He took his hand away and revealed a small mark-his own. Win blinked, looking down at the stylized yellow eye that was etched into the skin on the back of his hand. "Did you just . . . did you just brand me?" he asked before shaking his head. "So much for trust."

But then, as she looked up at the devil's expectant gaze, a flicker of defiance sparked within her. "Fine," she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "I'll make the deal. But on one condition." His brow arched, intrigued. "Oh? And what is that?" "I keep my mind. My soul stays mine. And if I ever find a way to break this bond, I will." The devil's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Done." He reached out to her, fire brushing his fingertips. Kayla paused, her hand shaking as she moved to connect with his. When their hands met, a wave of intense heat flowed through her, making the artifact shine more intensely.

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…