Stain Devils Blood の小説・ストーリー

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

, Alex stated sternly. I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest as I let one leg out and then another. I started to take deep breaths in and out, Alex noticed it because I could feel his arm around my waist, holding me steady. “Just look at me.”, Alex said. I looked at him and his eyes were glowing, I felt drawn to it, I felt calm. “Good girl.”, Alex whispered softly. Just then, we heard an explosion at our door, my body jerked in shock and I lost my balance, causing me to fall. Damn…maybe…this is where…my story end…maybe, this is the end…of…The Devil’s Thirst Trap-

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

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.

There was fresh, crimson blood smeared across the cuff of his white shirt and splattered lightly along his knuckles. I stared at the dark red stain for a beat too long, completely frozen. Jamie noticed my frozen gaze, glanced down at his sleeve, and casually brushed his thumb over the stained fabric, as if it were nothing more than stray dust. “It’s not my blood,” he said evenly, his tone completely flat. “It’s Devon’s.” My head snapped up, my eyes widening in utter shock. “You... what?” “He is still very much alive,” Jamie added smoothly, noting my terrified expression without flinching. “Just a few broken bones that will take a considerable amount of time to mend properly.”

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them, He glows not for him but to bring peace in their life, to erase the Darkness around them, He became Devil not for Power, not for blood, Hater is killed with Kindness, Darkness is defeated with Light, He's Devil fighting against all other Devil's safeguarding his loved ones taking all the Darkness inside him

A scream escapes her lips as blood spatters against her face staining down till her jean short. A wheezing sound rains down inside her head as everything begins to replay in front of her. “We have to move. Laurel, we have to move now." Jeremy screams. Laurel remains transfixed on the now white counter designed with red droplets of blood. The sound of sirens feels distant and the only words Laurel can mutter is, “Fuck!” Laurel curses. Jeremy pulls her away but her eyes remain fixed on the blood. They hurriedly through the store till the front door.

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

I have to save Joar, so don't show any fear. The sky is colored red. The old tree trunks blacken. The leaves wither and die. The grass bathes in blood – her blood. Everything is covered in sticky blood: the sky, the sea and the sun are painted red with blood. I'm not going to tell you anything. I have to save Joar, so don't show any fear. Lucifer laughs. Everybody's laughing. Laurin puts her body down in her own blood. No! Help me, Laurin. Help me...

Just then, a guy with curly hair dressed in a pink suit rushed in with another guy that was badly bruised. Aryan almost choked at the sight. “You look beautiful baby.” Mr. Dhanial said to the already half-dead person. “Forgive me boss, it was not intentional.” The guy pleaded. Aryan felt pity towards him but knew whatever it was, the guy was going to die. Just as he predicted, Mr. Dhanial gave the ruthless orders. “Put him in the grinding machine and sell his blood to Mr. Iglesias from Italy for ten million dollars.”