The Devil's Blood Novels & Stories

Evelina Mercer has spent her entire life fighting for survival with nothing but her late father’s motorcycle and a mouth sharp enough to start wars. In a city ruled by wealth, power, and monsters hiding behind beautiful faces, she’s learned one thing the hard way, people like her are disposable. Until one dangerous night at Sin & Silk changes everything. When a group of men corner Evelina at the club where she works, salvation comes in the form of a terrifyingly beautiful stranger with hypnotic green eyes and a reputation dark enough to make grown men tremble. Adrian Nightmere. The Devil. A man whispered about in fear. And the moment his eyes meet hers, something shifts. Desperat

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

“Don’t worry, I will not lay any single drop of your blood in the ground. As I am simply correcting the sin of this very world you are running with as my knights wish and the deal we exchange with.” “Who, who are you?” As the king manages to ask, yet in its shivering voice and pins fear it never had before, he smiles as he giggles where it retorted and calls him. “Devil.” “Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!” clicking his tongue as he signs with his finger the word and the meaning of no, he whispers. “You have no idea.” Now shivering with fear as the both of them cower in the corner. He moves away as he draws a pentagram unto the air with his flame. Now with the symbol and the exchange of his mana and very blood

“And what was that?” Lisbeth leaned forward, her voice lowering. “A set of coordinates. A coded map. The key to crossing the Devil’s Strait without losing half your crew and your fortune. Impassable waters made passable—at a cost almost no one could match. The profit potential was…” She pinched her fingers together. “Astronomical.” Ayra’s brows drew together. “Why would she even chase something like that if she didn’t want us in the life?” For the first time, Lisbeth’s gaze faltered. “Because by then… they’d realised something. Neither of them—Father with his warmth, Mother with her brilliance—wanted this for their children. Not for me, and... especially not for you.”

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

However, use of a black book usually backfi res with serious consequences. Some black books are said to be written in BLOOD as a PACT with the DEVIL. According to a German tale, a black book of unknown origin was passed down through inheritance and came into the possession of some peasants. Its magical powers were released by reading it forward and backward. If anyone failed to read the book backward, the Devil was able to take control of him or her. Once activated, the book enabled people to acquire great wealth and do terrible things to others without punishment.

Having ruthlessly murdered six innocent people, the big devil sold his conscience to the devil. He was no longer the goody two shoes Royalty. He had become the merciless and heartless Zeus again. Along with thunder came a heavy violent rain. It rained cat and dogs over the big devil, wetting him, and washing away the blood stains on his hands and body. The more the rain hit the ground, the more the ground became covered in blood. Heads, and bones he had cut off rolled at his feet, but still the big devil felt nothing.

A vial with a tiny drop of black liquid tumbled down from a lax hand and stumbled across the dirt until it too fell back into hell where it came from. The black and blood red magic hovering above the crack, waiting to be called upon, swooped in to curl around Dean arm the moment he raised his ring-laden hand. He peeled his eyes back open as he swallowed the vile-tasting liquid on his tongue and shuddered from the darkly electrifying sensation of devil blood entering his system.

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.”

As his blood dropped to the floor, he called out for the devil in a foreign tongue. "Lucifer, I summon you." A heavy wind blew, and the candles went out. A spear appeared in his hand, and he watched as the devil emerged from the shadows, then he threw the spear at him, and plunged it into his chest. "I warned you to stay away from Aria." Lucas yelled at him, still plunging the spear deeper into the devil's chest. "You know you can't kill me." Lucifer said, and winced in pain. "I may not be able to kill you, but I can cause you pains. I warned you, but you wouldn't listen." Lucas pulled the spear roughly out of him, and the devil fell to the ground.