The Devil Ring Novels & Stories

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.

”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.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

The silence after the crash. Devon rubbed his fingers against his temple and switched lanes, aiming for the bridge out of the city. He hadn’t told anyone about the ring. The gold band, cool and dull in his palm that day, had haunted him more than he cared to admit. He remembered the way the light had hit it—Damian’s initials etched faintly inside, like a whisper of something left unsaid. He’d stashed it quickly, without thinking. There, in the drawer behind his collection of cufflinks, beneath a velvet box he hadn’t opened since college. The idea of Annabelle finding it—of anyone finding it—froze something in him. What would he even say?

“Mom, dad!” With both of her eyes close and her tears falls, calling out for her them with all of her might. Warmth suddenly surrounds her, as she immediately opens her eyes and hears the shrieking pain of the devil in front of her, now rolling and tumbling with her flesh and skin that’s peeling painfully with the blue flame that engulfs her. She on the other hand is safely protected by its created circular wall around her. A ring where the precious stone that is her is in the middle of it. Just then, fox leaps in front of her followed by the huntress she is well known who. Reaching her hand to call them once more, an arrow and a blade flew and directly hits both of them.

The limo door opened into a blur of light, music, and masked faces. Ayla stepped out onto the cobbled drive of the Serrano estate, her heels clicking softly against stone polished to a mirror finish. Above her, chandeliers flickered beneath a vast glass dome, casting broken stars across the arriving guests. Everything reeked of power and decadence. Her mask — crafted in deep black velvet, lined with silver embroidery — clung to her face like second skin. Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.”

Michael eyed Wilbur coldly. "You're asking for death." "Do you really think you've got the world in the palm of your hand just because of one stupid ring? " Wilbur mocked. The playful expression on his face infuriated Michael, who roared, "You foolish imbecile. The Ring of Fire is a divine weapon that has been blessed by the Holy Illuminati Lord. It contains divine flames from the heavens that will torch you low lives to ashes!" "Is that so? I'd really like to see that," Wilbur smiled lazily.

Then what did you exactly mean Angela? I think that I am soon going to become mad. But this is actually not my fault. This is Mr. Jerkhead's fault. He is invading my privacy and is making me feel strange and weird sensations. Angela, you should stay away from this man! This man is not good. He is a devil, who will definitely make your life a complete hell! Suddenly my eyes went on a very precious and beautiful ring. It was just perfect for a devil like him. It was somewhat similar to that of mine and had a beautiful big royal blue diamond in its centre.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.