The Devil Ring Novels & Stories

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

“She’s bluffing! Liam, don’t let her keep spinning these stories. She’s dangerous. You should break her hands and feet and exile her from the pack like the traitor she is—!” “Shut your mouth,” Natalie said. “You think I’m bluffing?” She turned to the crowd. “Everyone knows Devils have a dark aura. They carry a unique odor. It’s why they were able to identify that it was a Devil who took Ned. And that scent... doesn’t just vanish. Anyone who has close contact with a Devil—like embracing them, say—will be infected.” She walked slowly toward the table beside the guards, picking up a small clear bottle of water from her jacket.

When they finally finished, many of them were breathing hard, faces red, muscles burning. “Get up,” Vito ordered. They stood quickly, some of them swaying slightly. “Divide yourselves into groups of ten,” Vito continued. “Take numbers. Groups go into the ring one by one. Fight until only one man is standing. Anyone who gets defeated comes down and does another two thousand push-ups. Winners of each group will fight each other. The final winner fights me.” The men exchanged uneasy glances. Fighting each other was one thing. Fighting Vito was something else entirely. They had all seen what happened to people who stepped into the ring with him.

“Do you, Devon Cole Warner, take Irene Evelyn Harvey as your mate and wife under pack law and moon binding?” Devon’s voice was steady, dark, and laced with cruel satisfaction. “I do.” The ring he slipped onto my finger was cold. Heavy. It felt like a shackle. “Do you, Irene Evelyn Harvey, take Devon Cole Warner as your mate and husband?” I could barely speak. My throat burned. My mind screamed. But the hall was silent except for the occasional sob from the crowd, and Devon’s eyes promised worse things if I refused. “I… do.” The words tasted bitter.

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.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

He reached out and pulled the woman at his side into him while she flashed the diamond on her finger with a grin. My eyes flickered from the ring, then back to Thea. She looked…small, sunken, and utterly defeated, in a way that made something inside me want to say fuck it and give her a hug. I had no business protecting anyone. My life was rules and returns, contracts and margins. Definitely not rescue missions. Yet I couldn’t help it, “How are you?” I asked, deliberately low so only she and the people immediately around her heard. Micah stirred in the corner of my vision—no, not Micah, Michael.