The Devil Ring Novels & Stories

"That's your Shyma sis gave me on our anniversary day. l don't like rings. But she thought that if l wear that our relarionship will always be perfect. So l always keep it with me and when l reach near her l will wear it for making her happy. Thanks for making me aware of it. Otherwise your sister will eat me", said Sandy with a laugh. "Bro, l knew this ring. Sandy's brother has the same model. You know after Heaven's second birthday l started to see some bad night mires. Once l saw a man with the same ring in my night mare", said Lizzy emotionaly and kept silent for a minute. Then continued by scribbling something on a paper, "The next day of that night mare we went to Sandy's family house

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

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.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

“So we’re looking for a ring?” “Mm. I’ll recognise it when I see it.” I sounded confident, but I didn’t have a fucking clue whether I would be able to identify it or not. I only glimpsed the ring on the demon’s finger, but that was long enough for me to realise it was familiar. By the Moon Goddess’ grace, the Vault was well organised. There was a tiny section dedicated to demonic artefacts and amongst the shitload of whacky items, there was a Hellion ring. I picked it up and studied it.

The ring's surface was cold to the touch, yet within that chill lay an immense reservoir of power and wisdom, as if it could peer into my innermost thoughts and reach the very depths of my soul. Maria explained that when the Soul Lock Ring is activated, its runes will light up swiftly, emitting a dazzling blue glow. These runes, as if imbued with life, will begin to move slowly around the ring, creating a revolving halo of light that traps all evil within. The imprisoned spirit will experience immense pain and terror, as the ring doesn't just bind the body, but also incarcerates the soul itself.

It was better, I supposed than the FBI agent lie Megara used when she was first introducing Leah to the family. "You got me there! And I'll tell you what it all means in a moment!" I cycled through the decoder on top of the ring that listed some of the lower-level Soldiers we'd tamed over the years, looking for a demon of Sloth. Ah, Telwessen, he'd do nicely! I primed the ring, set on releasing the little blighted bugger once I made contact with Jonathan. Oh, I hoped this didn't leave a mark… "Now, just imagine squeezing all the day's memories in a little egg for me. Real metaphorical stuff! Have you done it?"

A devil prince, siding with a descendant of the king who once had all his kind bound inside a ring. "First, tell me what it is that I should know about you and Urie. And I mean, everything.