The Devil's Knot Book Novels & Stories

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.

They made love under the night sky, bodies joined, hearts entangled. The declaration had ignited the flames. Now the underworld would learn exactly how dangerous the devil became when he loved.

“Look, I was just thinking… you want her back, right?” “It’s either that or I kill her.” Bernard grumbled, not pleased with that train of thought. “Then it’s simple. Have someone infiltrate the Devil’s Knights. They’re causing problems. She’s causing problems. If anything they’re getting intel from her. It would be a good way to exploit the weakness they don’t even know that they have.” He said. “You don’t think that I thought about that?” He demanded. “Even if I did they’d kill them before they even got the chance to report back if they fuck up.”

" Zia wrote in her book and showed them "Because it's not actually the devil, but just a trace it left back in that book. There is no actual devil in the book. The book absorbs the flesh and gives the power to the person who asked for a wish to make the wish true by himself. The devil's book was present for a long way back before even the wall of death was formed by great devil Lucifer who died in hands of an angel, but he left his trace in that book, and mysteriously it disappeared but was told that it appears if you have a dark desire"Charles spoke "Then why did it even appear in front of Zia? And why did it suddenly disappear?"

The weird dream I had had not answered that question at all, all I knew was that this book was connected to Azazel in some way. It hit me like a hard wall in a few seconds as the memory of turning on my laptop came to mind, The Devil's Bible. I had a bad feeling that this was -- my train of thoughts were put to a full halt by a voice and I was immediately pulled back to reality, back to work where my mind was supposed to be.

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And now, the strings tighten. Damitri slumped, sword clattering from numb fingers, his breaths ragged wheezes. The queen sobbed, clutching the infant tighter, while the boy stared with wide, tear-streaked eyes, fists balled at his sides. The devil's gaze shifted, those crimson slits narrowing with predatory hunger. He released Damitri with a casual flick, the shadows recoiling like whipped serpents, and strode toward the child. His hooves clicked ominously on the flagstones, tail lashing behind him, barbed tip carving shallow furrows in the stone. He paused before the boy, then crouched low, wings folding with a leathery rustle, bringing his grotesque face level with the child's. Sulfurous b

Like I can finally have a life, maybe find someone to love me like I desperately crave. I took a deep breath, pinching the space between my brows. I don't deserve her, I'm not good enough. She deserves far better, but I want her anyway. I want to be selfish and keep her by my side even though I don't deserve it. I just want to go somewhere devoid of humans where we can live out our lives happily till we grow old. But I guess that somewhere can only be found in heaven, and heaven is for angels. She's an angel. I'm the Devil.

his voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the sensations he was feeling. Yara looked up at him with eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Yes?" she whispered, then continued the action, touching his chest with her soft lips. Damian took a deep breath. "Untie the knots," he said, but his eyes radiated interest. "I have to reciprocate." Yara shook her head, her fingers tracing the muscular lines of Damian's abdomen, then boldly nuzzling his skin. "No, I'm not satisfied yet. Just enjoy it, Mr. Damian."

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.