The Devil's Daughter Game Novels & Stories

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?

Unlike her brother she was smart enough to surrender to her fate, just like her new master had said doing so was the only way to survive in the land of sex and blood hungry beasts. Grand Lord Daemon, couldn't tell what has come over him since he brought back this slave, he was never the kind to give in to his desire, but this little human girl has succeeded in bewitching him. His whole being long for her,once again he has taken another journey to the slave quarters but this time he pushed her door open and made his way to her figure lying on the small bed. Just tonight and everything would return back to the way it was, yes, he will only have her once.

Though I felt bad, but I just had to waste her, and pin it on the one eyed man, whom I am still looking for, but since he isn't the one who attacked you, then I don't think he is such a threat. Tracy had to spill some more. "Well he could have attacked me, but we made a deal, but he doubled cross me". Now, Desmond looks all the more confused, what is his daughter saying, that she made a deal, he didn't want to scare her by looking too shocked, he knows his daughter is the daughter of the devil, she is evil, but he needs to know how much she had done, before he would know what to do. "What do you mean?

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.

I started praying that someone could come and help her but deep down I knew she can't be rescued by these monsters. Her shouts were all over the house and I was helpless and terrified. The terror was all over my heart and mind. Just then, the devil held my chin tightly and forced me to open my eyes. "Watch this, Ella. Watch what happens to the person who has killed my child." "Please," I pleaded while crying sadly. "Please, it wasn't her fault... Please." The devil raised his brow and then laughed like I had told him a joke. He stood up and walked to his friend who was thrusting inside her mercilessly and at this moment the woman had turned half unconscious from his torcher.

she said as she made a sinister laugh. “I am the devil’s daughter, Alex. And tonight, you will feel my wrath. And when I am done with you, I will go for your beloved son. I will erase you both completely from Adrian’s memory” she whispered into her face. She kept a hard face as Barabra spoke into her face. “Even if you kill me tonight, you still can’t erase me from Adrian’s memory. I’ve been engraved in his heart, engraved in his memory and his whole life revolves around me!” She said, confidently.

****** Gianna Venditti, the last daughter of the leader of the Cartel, had known nothing but love in all the nineteen years of her life, but not until she experienced betrayal, pushing her into the hands of the Devil of Rome, Zayne Xavier. Not recognizing who she is, he takes her in, and all goes well until disaster strikes. Will she be able to survive the sea of pain and hate from a man whose favorite color is blood and who also has her life in his hands? For when she dines with this devil, even a long spoon won't help her.

He had the scars of the fire on his back and the scars of the car in his mind. I lived in a state of constant terror after that. Just the sound of my father’s voice made my knees weak. A monster that eats up his own children. He was so terrifying and I wondered how all this anguish and pain kept him entertained. He wasn't a man, he was the devil in the flesh. A month later after the incident, Dante was still locked in a basement cell to recover in the dark, our father decided to reward us for our discipline as no one dared defy him again for fear that what was done to Dante would be done to us as well.

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”