The Devil's Ring Novels & Stories

The ring was very beautiful and fit perfectly on Malia's ring finger. "I think Raline will like this ring." Malia showed her ring finger to Devon. "Really?" Devon stared at the ring for a few seconds and then nodded. "You two always have the same taste, right?" "Yeah, usually what I like, Raline likes too, and vice versa. Like things and food. So I'm sure Raline will like the ring I chose." Devon finally bought the ring and a red box to store it in until the day he proposed to Raline.

“Mirabella Antonio, you fucking come to me before I come for you myself. I can't fucking erase the picture of having your tight little pussy wrapped around my hard cock.” “Fuck, I hope no one has tainted her innocence. I'm going to take everything all at once," a smile of satisfaction creeped on his face making him look even more dangerous. *** The Devil’s Den – That Night Out front, The Devil’s Den looked like a crown jewel on a dark street. Very huge and tall building with sleek and shiny black marble exterior. Thin red and blue neon letters that pulsed like a heartbeat. A velvet rope guarded the entrance, men in tailored suits and elegant women flanking it like statues.

“There is one more announcement.” He turned slightly. “Mr. Russell?” The hall quieted again as Devon stepped forward. “It seems my silence has made some people too comfortable.” His gaze swept across the room before landing on the same board members who had tried to force him out. Several people immediately lowered their heads. “I want to set things straight.” Devon reached into his pocket. Then took out a ring. Karina froze. Before she could react, he slid it onto her finger. Her eyes widened. What was he doing?

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

like mental trauma old woman:- in his case black king rule his demon so he will be always Loyal to him and serve him. demon told him about this ring and 10 nature goddess demon:- velliam 10th goddess of nature. give me cured. I was devil I attempted to steal her power , but I failed she cused me, she split me into two identity. one is my consciousness like I am inside you and my body is transformed into that ring. we are one and that why I choose you as my master so you can reunite me with my body. by wearing that ring on your middle finger

When we arrived at the well lit arena, I was shocked to see what used to be a training ground turn into a cemetery hosting dead bodies. “Dante Moretti.” I muttered between closed teeth. “Salvatore.” I heard someone calling. My anger resurfaced, the time to the brim. I glanced to where the spectators usually sit and watch the fight and there he was, seated like a king between two guards. Suddenly, my eyes darted to the figure beside him. I was burning with fury when it fell on Fabien crouched to the floor like a dog, a chain hanging around his neck, extending down to his hands. He had been bound by Dante with no hope of survival.

“So we’re looking for a ring?” “Mm. I’ll recognise it when I see it.” I sounded confident, but I didn’t have a fucking clue whether I would be able to identify it or not. I only glimpsed the ring on the demon’s finger, but that was long enough for me to realise it was familiar. By the Moon Goddess’ grace, the Vault was well organised. There was a tiny section dedicated to demonic artefacts and amongst the shitload of whacky items, there was a Hellion ring. I picked it up and studied it.

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

He killed people like a beast, he shows people he'll like a Satan. He is what we call a devil, a monster… Right now, he is in a ring, it looks like hell for those who are innocent. This place is a partner of night. At nighttime it becomes a purgatory, an inferno where blood sheds like a waterfall, where cries can be heard like melodies. Here the most famous one is DEVIL, a MONSTER. Currently, that devil was standing in front of his opponent and was looking at him with red eyes veins popping out he was angry.

“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.