The Desolations Of Devil's Acre Novels & Stories

I loved it. She had wormed her way into the last part of my soul that hadn’t been burnt to ash. And now, I didn’t know what to do with the wreckage. The storm outside had begun to howl. Rain lashed the windows. The estate groaned beneath the weight of the wind. But inside, she was warm. Her body finally stopped burning. And I sat there, like a monster at the foot of her bed. Waiting. Watching. Planning. Caring for her in the only way a devil can.

Inner Devil: ‘No… No! This can’t be happening! Lord, have mercy on me and my sanity! This is a Category 10 Drought in the Land of Naughtiness. I just saw a cactus cry! Charlie hasn’t had action in three hundred years! We are all drier than expired instant noodles!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Technically, it’s been just about three weeks, and no—we’re fallen angels. The Lord will not hear us.’

Inner Devil: ‘No… No! This can’t be happening! Lord, have mercy on me and my sanity! This is a Category 10 Drought in the Land of Naughtiness. I just saw a cactus cry! Charlie hasn’t had action in three hundred years! We are all drier than expired instant noodles!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Technically, it’s been just about three weeks, and no—we’re fallen angels. The Lord will not hear us.’

King-sized bed, walk-in closet, attached bathroom with a shower that had like six different heads. Aiden collapsed onto the bed without even taking off his shoes. He was exhausted. Physically, emotionally, mentally. Everything hurt. It wasn't long before he passed out, still fully clothed, his mind finally going quiet. ******** Vito drove to the address Bernard had sent him, his hands tight on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched. The building was an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city… the kind of place where people went when they didn't want to be found.

His eyes were dark and completely without expression. "My name is Alaric Virelli," he said, as though he expected that to mean something to me, as though his name was supposed to settle everything. "I don't care who you are," I said. "I am not going anywhere with you." Dorian grabbed my arm again and this time he yanked me toward him so hard that I stumbled. He got his face close to mine and his eyes were ugly with something I recognized after a moment as desperation. Not anger. Desperation. He needed this. Whatever this was, he needed it badly enough to drag me out of the house in the rain and hand me over to strangers.

It was like an ugly pebble compared to all of this. I ventured deeper into the mansion, careful to not make a sound. I could feel a million eyes on me but I could see no one. I turned into a corner, my eyes scanning for anyone and cursing Gideon Vale for making my heart beat this fast in the morning. The hallway opened into what looked like a bar and the devil himself sat there like he had been there the entire time, like the house had simply decided to reveal him when I got close enough. Dark shirt. Sleeves rolled to his elbows. Hair damp and sli

’ Regin said as my vision became dark, and I was back on the soft grass staring at the stars. ***************** “How was it?” Devon asked as he leaned over Angelica. “Wild, huh?” “Was that the spirit realm?” Angelica asked as realization hit her. “Was it real, or was that just a crazy acid trip?” “Have you tried acid?” Devon asked with a laugh. “No!” Angelica said with wide eyes. “I have never had a single drug, except cough syrup.” “That was your own, personal spiritual space. That is where your wolf stays while in human form.” Devon explained, holding his hands up. “Every space is different. Like a snowflake.” Devon explained as he swatted a bug off his bare chest.

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…

Fortunately he saved a few, Claire among and the rest, were stuck there, the man he saw earlier included. He appeared right into the basement and caught the attention of Khloe, Maria and John who were on their devices, computers and phones, trying to technologically track down Pete. CHAPTER 7 HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE Opening Scene ; Sight catches a glimpse of Azazel in the desert where he was raised from the forever burning inferno, by the hands of the beholder of the spark, John. Repeatedly chanting words which were inexplicit to the ears. The desert sand rose, forming a desert storm. The skies darkened and it was seen and heard, seven lightening struck in the misty, dark and heavy clouds

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”