The Devil Ring Novels & Stories

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

But I ignored it, I knew what I was setting myself up for when I kidnapped her uncle and held him at gunpoint. Knowing her, she wouldn't have agreed to do this. Hell, she probably would've run away or tried something stupid. But I knew she wouldn't let her old man get hurt. A scoff barely made its way past my lips. Love. A weakness. One I didn't want to have. The priest began, his words shaky as he read through the book. We both said our parts and I grabbed the ring which I'd prepared for her. “ Your finger, Cara Mia.” She brought out her hand and I slid the ring into it, planting a kiss on it.

They had tried so many times to take the ring he wore on his finger in his right hand but they had failed. The ring shows his position in hell and what it stands for. The ear ring on his left ear and the sign on the staff he was holding represent who he was. It means he was not to be joked with but some audacious demons still tried to take him down but Jared made those audacious demons cease to exist. Just like how Lucifer had a demon woman servant who usually serve him blood anytime he arrive back to hell, Jared had his own personal demon woman. In hell there weren't much demon women, they were only few of them, the men were much than the women.

It was luxurious. And it was a prison. Sitting on the huge bed inside the suite of the penthouse, I looked down at my finger. The ring felt so heavy, like it was weighing me down. An expensive diamond on the finger of a young girl who could barely pay her rent. Two hours passed.

I held the mother fucker ring in my hand and thought it must be the tricks from the fucking two reptile heads. "Are you fucking doing a trick on the ring?!" I roared. They covered their heads and exclaimed, "No, sir!" "I swear I didn't do it!" "We can't change the size of an object! That's not something that we can do!" "So why this fucking ring is getting larger and smaller by itself?!" I shouted. "It's a relic ring, sir. It's King Czar's ring." "It's made by a Gifted One and given to King Czar as a present when he was young."

The priest says and I clear my throat. “I devote myself to you and with this ring, I bind my soul to yours, now and forever." I say, stretching my hand to the velvet cushion to pick the ring. At the center stone is a rare pink diamond but it was the band that can steal one’s breath. Delicate green vines, crafted with such lifelike detail, encircled the diamond.

There was no way he would have access to her now. “Okay, okay. I see. How about this…” Evals interrupted the tense silence, producing another item. It was a special ring, adorned with intricate writings on its black-iron surface. A gleaming red gem, adorned its top, emitting an aura of something… forbidden. “Use this Enchanted Item.” “I told you she won’t accept anything fro—” “No, you won’t give her. You will wear it. It’ll allow you to alter your appearance.” This was the ‘Ring Of Deceit', a powerful artifact that granted its user the ability to take on the appearance of the person whom their target trusted the most.

In a few seconds, he was towering over me, pressing a finger on my lips to threaten me, " Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years."

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

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.