The Devil's Knot Book Novels & Stories

The child's body became more wounded and her body was full of blood because of the wound caused by the devil on the child's body. "Ahhhhhhhhh ....! Ahhhhhh ....! Ahhhh ....!" Repeated screams of the girl because of the pain that frightened everyone outside. The man was still doing what he was doing and praying over and over. "This body is mine ...! Her soul is mine ..! The devil shouted." "You can't take that girl.!" The man cried out and resumed her prayer. The devil is already in pain so he loses his mind and tries to get out of bondage. The wind in the room grew stronger and the rope on the child's hand was removed.

Warning: This chapter contains a death scene that some of you might find uncomfortable. I am sorry, but it is vital to the plot. Thank you! It is a known fact That Devilio rules The pack With an iron hand He however brings It up a notch By becoming Even more ruthless To break Kayola PenaciousShewa

Audrey asked with so much curiosity. " But the devil won't last in the abyss for so long as a thousand years passed as though there were hours and the devil could once again, journey back to earth determined to accomplish what he never did " he proceeded with the story, ignoring her question. " Are you, the devil? " She asked at the realization he might be. "Who else do you think I am? " He raises a brow, she gulps down, not in fright but rather she is trying to process everything.

He's moving in to verify. I didn’t reply, Damien could handle it without my input, but I stood by the phone anyway, waiting for the next update. Minutes dragged, then another message. Not him but got some info from another contact. They call it the Knot. Ritual work, I’ll explain when I know more. The Knot… The word throbbed like a bruise in my mind. A ritual to break and reforge bonds? If true, then the sacred was just another tool for men to twist. If Alex could unmake fate, then he could unmake everything.

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

“Oh! Thank you very much. I’ll give it a read then . I guess I’ll learn a lot about my dead husband from here than I could while I was actually with him.” After that the publisher left. And Ms.Rafa took that book and sat on a rocking chair to read it. She said to herself, “Guess a legendary journey of a devil is about to be revealed by my hands. Should I be happy about that, I don’t know anymore…” Inside that Book…………….

For the first time in days, there was no weight on my chest. Then Zane and Nate appeared on the ridge. “Alpha!” Zane called. We both stood quickly. Zane and Nate approached, looking serious. “We found something,” Nate said, holding up a book, “There’s no doubt now. The pattern left at the dungeon? It’s Devil’s teleportation magic.” “According to this,” Zane added, “To use teleportation like that, the Devil would’ve needed something personal. Hair, blood, a personal item—something to anchor the spell.”

“How did you get this?” Kiara narrowed her eyes, “it was among the pile of books that Gwen delivered to me, and she said they were from you.” Devon sighed loudly and pinched the spot between his brows; this particular one wasn’t meant to be delivered, at least not yet. Turning his back on her, he opened his bedside drawer, tucked the book in there and locked it in. “Read the other ones, that one is not for you, yet.” “Is that meant to be a joke?”

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!