The Devil's Daughter Game Novels & Stories

"Are you Devanna?" Blaze asked softly. I realized he was trying to make his voice as soft as possible. The woman in front of me nodded with a small smile. The girl looked at us with a question mark… there was no fear in her gray eyes… just a question. "Who are you?" She asked in a childlike voice. Her voice shrank and squeaked a little. "Ah… I'm Blaze Deville, Charlie's son." Answered Blaze.

I recoiled, snatching my hands away from him as though I had been burned, my eyes locking onto his as I threw him a deadly glare. "You're not my father," I repeated, trying to convince myself, but the truth was glaringly apparent, refusing to be ignored. I shook my head vehemently, trying to deny the reality that was unfolding before me, but Alistair’s gaze on me remained unwavering. I was the daughter of the Devil himself? What sort of cruel fate was this? I turned my attention to the others in the room, their expressions mirroring the shock that I felt to my very core. I wanted to cry, to scream, to rage, but instead, my pain morphed into a fiery rage.

I hope to see Calvin soon, I know Eva would surely take care of him. To evade suspicion and being noticed, I changed to a maid and changed my appearance to look ugly to avoid attention. I would totally fit in with my new nature. As a maid, it was easy to get information from inside but it would be difficult to get close to Devon. The Lycan blood pack is now in a state of unrest because of Devon's manipulation while everything on his side was at peace. The goddess being a spirit that stands on the side of light while Devon stands on the side of darkness. Her celestial name is Devon, no one knows this except her children who are on the dark side. One of them was Susanna, my mother , who had dr

DANTE'S POV She looks small in my bed. Pathetic, broken, trembling under silk sheets she doesn’t deserve. The chandelier light throws gold across her skin, and I stand in the doorway longer than I should, just watching her. My doll. The thought makes me smirk. Liliana Crawford, daughter of a legacy, fiancée to a weak fucking boy who couldn’t hold his own balls in his hands if I cut them off. And now she’s mine. Mine to keep, to ruin, to carve into something worthy of me.

Everything for my Summer Frost. It seemed the game of hiding the billionaire’s daughter was far from over.

I just needed a little more, anything about Nico's next move. I turned, glass in hand. He was staring at me now, a brow raised suspiciously. I didn't know why he was looking at me that way, but I know it couldn't be right. Now that there was no other distraction in the space, it seemed his head had started to work a bit better, and I didn't want that. "Is something the matter—" "Wait a minute…" His eyes narrowed. "You're… you're Thomas Bush's girl. The Devil's wife."

She sits straight up in bed, “Do you want to tell me that not only do you get Angels, but fucking heaven is for real.” With only a small wicked smile, I pull her back into my arms, “Where do you think I come from?” She goes dead quiet; then there is the very thing that I knew would happen, her body starts to tremble. It does not even take her but a mere five seconds and she pushes me away. “Are you really the Devil?” “Yes, my love, I am the Devil’s son.” “Then that means that you come from that pit of burning fire where all people fall when they have sinned.”

There's a distinct way that the devil uses to call her child, each one's different from the other, sometimes she calls them by giving a secret message on a portion of restaurant food, or have a paper airplane fly over you, the most brutal was when she sent a voodoo doll with pins on its forehead and a picture of the person she wanted to summon. She's always creatively dangerous, and Misha tried to distance herself from her. As far as she knows, she handpicked those she wanted to be her children, and without any objection or what from her chosen, they'll become her children. As far as she knows, there are only four of them: Blanche, Astolfo, Justice, and Serpent. She hasn't met Justice and Se

Since the onset of Lucifer listing over that girl Delilah I had made sure I believed she was not Eve but now the game is about to turn. This time she won’t just die, but she will die and never return. I will kill her and her soul from this realm. “Thank you father but can I ask for one favor?.” “Sure.”

With a puff of ember, I disappeared, looking for my next target. One good thing that comes out of being the devil's blood daughter. I get to go in and out of territories as I please. Usually, werewolves and other empires have a protective barrier, stopping demons from entering but being that I have the devil's blood running through my veins, you can say those rules don't apply to me. Yes, I know what you're thinking; it's true, demons aren't the most welcoming of the six species. But hey, everyone has their problems, right?