Stain Devils Blood Novels & Stories

,he roared. The sides of Layla's lips lifted in a cocky smile as she held her hand out to the devil. "You want my blood so bad, right?",she muttered. "Have it, you bastard!" The moment she said her last words, the blood swirling on her palm erupted and splashed on the seven devils.

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 Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Devon never showed interest in any woman and especially not one who had been captured or forced to him like this. “I don’t like repeating myself, Chang Lu!” Devon shouted, snapping everyone back to their senses. Shaking in fear, Chang Lu pointed toward the door where the woman was being held. Everyone was frozen in shock. They couldn’t believe what Devon had just said. Meanwhile, Chang Lu and the others started to think they had done something wrong and would face his full rage. But something strange happened. The monster inside Devon seemed to disappear as soon as he entered the room. Lying on a bed was a pale woman, dressed in a white gown. The gown was stained with blood because it was fr

The air thickened with the scent of fire and blood. I climbed the inner wall despite protests from guards. From there, I could see the battlefield unfolding beyond the gates. The enemy banners were black and crimson, the mark of the traitor faction we had believed weakened after Marcus’s defeat. We had been wrong. They had rebuilt. And they had come prepared. Dominic fought like something born of the storm itself. His blade moved in ruthless arcs, cutting through attackers with terrifying precision. Even from a distance, I could feel the power of him, controlled, focused, unyielding.

Blood pooled beneath them. Devil Star. A desert plant from the eastern wastes. Once its barbed core latched onto living flesh, it burrowed inward and anchored itself. The pod grew heavy—dense as iron—while its thorns drank slowly from the victim’s blood. It would never let go until the body stopped feeding it. For salamanders, whose blood constantly regenerated, the torment could last indefinitely. Pain without a pause or end. This was one of the cruelest punishments for their kind.

“Mr. Winston, pardon me, but I don’t quite seem to understand what you’re saying. If Alex has offended you in any way, then I apologize on his behalf. Take it as he is a young and insensible kid.” Stefan flared up and overturned the table before striding over and grabbing his collar. “A young and insensible kid would never harass people early morning. He freaking…” Pushing him away, Stefan resisted the impulse to bury him three feet below the ground. Before arriving here, he repeatedly reminded himself not to use violence, but the sight of their disgusting faces and the content of the phone call that day made him do otherwise. Just the mere thought of it was enough to make his blood boil.

"You! Who betrayed the kingdom! Kill her!" When the devils they called is in front of them now! The devils wore chains and hard vest. They are coloured in red! They had horns, tails, and tattoos all over their body. And so run they ran at Luis Park and the company. "Butt!" "Yes, master!" Butt replied. Then Butt move fastly! And spin to stop the upcoming devils. "Echolocation!" Butt floats and howled an ear-piercing sound.

Always reminding Adrian that this world was violent and unforgiving. Luca kissed the top of his head. “Sleep. Tomorrow will be difficult. But I will keep you safe. You belong to me now, Adrian. Body, pleasure, and whatever is left of your heart.” Adrian closed his eyes. He was falling faster than he wanted to admit. The devil’s touch had become addictive. His protection felt real. And for the first time, Adrian wondered what it would cost them both when Vittorio De Santis demanded blood. The storm was only beginning.

The room was dim, the cold stone walls echoing with Leon's ragged breaths and the soft drip of water from a leak somewhere in the ceiling. The air smelled of iron and mildew, and the only light came from a low-hanging bulb that cast harsh shadows on his swollen face. Blood pooled at the corner of his mouth, and his wrists were shackled tightly to the arms of the iron chair, leaving angry red marks on his skin. Lucian stood in the corner, dressed immaculately in black, his arms folded. His eyes, however, betrayed his calm exterior.