Stain Devils Blood 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.

The young man nodded and said, "Later, you sneak in the city from the north gate and lead the Blood race to the nearest sea region. As long as the Blood race enters the sea region, Chu the Devil can't do anything to it. I'll go save the so-called Saint Son." Some people laughed softly. Gong Yu emphasized the words, Saint Son. It was an undisguised sarcasm. They didn't take Ming Wei seriously either. He just said that he was Saint Son of the Blood race. Such words were useful to others but sounded a little stupid to Chu the Devil. "Chu the Devil, I'll kill you today." Ming Wei waved his hand, and the sea of blood boiled. A blood sword tens of meters long rose from the sea of blood, pierced th

She stood up from the bed her gaze darting Left and right for anything she could use as as a weapon. An iron rod caught her gaze behind the door, she tiptoed over allowing the blanket to slide down on the floor, she paid no mind to her naked figure as she grabbed the rod and swung at the man. The rod bended at as it collided with the Intruders back. The turn to look at her in the eyes with a mixture of anger, sadness, lust and something else Julianne could not identify. he grabbed her shirt on that was relaxed on the floor and threw at her, " Wear your clothes I have to show you something, " the demon said as he changed, his tale and horn disappearing and now he was now standing as Damien.

I didn't knock but entered directly, shutting the door behind me. Devon was standing in the middle of the room, it looked like his study. A bottle filled with some amber coloured liquid was clutched in his right hand, which I noticed was bleeding. His hair was messy and his fine clothes disheveled. There were broken pieces of glass on the carpet and I knew what the crashing sound from before was. "Devon?" I whispered his name and started to walk towards him but stopped when he looked at me. His eyes were blazing. Silver fire burning his irises. "Sweet luna.." I whispered in horror.

Once they stopped, they brought a bucket, and Oliver the devil very casually cut his wrist, from which blood flowed out in black color. He looked completely unbothered by the cut and the blood flowing out from him like a river. I realized that he isn't Oliver but the devil, how would that small cut make him feel any pain at all? One man brought the bucket full of his blood near me as he dipped his three fingers inside and then made three lines on my forehead with his blood, his blood smell awful. I retched from it and then tried to struggle so that he wouldn't get close to me.

”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.

"Jax, you cowardly dog! You bring a dark coven into a pack war? You dare break the ancient laws of the blood-oath?" ​From behind the hooded witches, Alpha Jax stepped into the flickering light of the burning gates. A triumphant grin split his scarred face, his eyes flashing a dominant, predatory red. Beside him, two massive Blood Moon enforcers dragged a battered, bleeding form. Devon. He was heavily bound in thick silver chains that hissed against his skin, his clothes torn to shreds, his head hanging low as he struggled to draw breath.

It didn't end well for him as the story progressed. The Pink Devil- The Pink Devil is one of the main antagonist of this story. She is the evil version of Jennifer. She could possess Jennifer at anytime she feels like it and follows her wherever she goes. The Pink Devil is in her mirror, nightmares, when she has Sleep Paralysis, and does what Jennifer is afraid to do. She loves sex and BDSM; she only punishes men who treat women wrong. But it's revealed that The Pink Devil is a personification of Jennifer's father, who was abusive and tormented her. Anytime she thinks about her father, The Pink Devil appears.

The Devil Always Collects °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ They say when you make a deal with the devil, you never walk away clean. I just didn’t think the price would come drenched in blood, whispering my name like it meant salvation. “Please… don’t leave me like this,” he begged. Blood slicked his hands, dripping down his wrists, staining the floor like a confession no one could dare wash away. The smell of iron filled the room, clinging to the back of my throat until I could taste it.

And they gave it back to him tenfold, a bond sealed with rage and hope. Then he turned. Slowly. Deliberately. His gaze fell on the man chained to the stake. “But now,” Devon said, voice low and deadly, “we start with this one. This traitor. This rogue. This stranger we welcomed with open arms. And what did he do?” His voice rose, fury trembling at the edge. “HE STABBED US IN THE HEART. TAINTED OUR BLOODLINE. OUR LEGACY.” Devon’s chest heaved as he raised his hand toward the captive. “Woodland… what do you say we do to him?”