The Devil's Daughter Game Novels & Stories

"I took everything that belonged to them, burned their name to ash, and built the Thorne Empire on top of their graves.” I smiled, a cold, sharp expression. “And that, little swan, is how Il Diavolo was born. Through a massacre.” Silence stretched across the dining table, thick and heavy. For the first time in my life, I had shared the darkest, most twisted part of my soul with a woman. I had never expected to. Every other woman I had ever encountered only cared about the wealth, the power, or the terrifying thrill of my status. But with Aurelia?

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

I ask as I look down at the floor in front of my father's desk. My father falls silent. I slowly look up at him to see him staring intensely at me. "What are you talking about son?" He asks seriously. "Layla was pregnant when she died. The deal I made with the devil was fulfilled upon her death. Our unborn child died with her and its lifeforce was absorbed into her body giving her a second chance at life. As soon as the devil and I made our deal I became the devil. That was the devil's plan from the beginning." I reply.

Whether I like it or not. Vanessa does not remember what a normal life is. She is shunned by the world, has no friends and has never dated or been kissed. She likes to blend in with the walls and keep to herself and mostly pretend she is not affected by her devilish step-father's interest in her. Vanessa has no idea what she really is to the Devil. Vanessa is the Devil's step-daughter, but the Devil knows that they are destined to be so much more and he will stop at nothing to make her his.

Zachary fumed and looked straight in her eyes that were gleaming with mirth. “I am not going to let you or this pauper destroy my kingdom” Delphyne gritted and then looked at Diana who was trying hard to stifle her cries, “Listen and better ingrain this in your mind witch, we are devils. We hate you and your entire fucking community. Heaven was once ours and soon we are gonna snatch it back from you. You better start counting your days because they won’t last long.” Diana gasped in horror. Zachary also stared at his mother incredulously, “THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT??”

“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.” I shudder, breath hitching in my throat. At that same moment I remember the wise words of my mother. The same words I ignored the moment I let a stranger like Michael into my life and now Dustin and Mr. Memphis, who is apparently The Devil. ‘You enjoy playing in the mud, but remember

"Hi, baby." My stomach twisted. The voice was familiar. Too familiar. But it wasn’t Monalisa’s. And as she stepped fully into the dim light, my blood ran cold. It was her. The devil’s daughter. I shot to my feet. "What the hell are you doing here?" She pouted, feigning innocence. "What do you mean? I came to check on my man." I stared at her, disgust coiling in my gut. "Your man?" I repeated. "You’re delusional, Lena. Who let you in?"

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.