The Devil's Ring Novels & Stories

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

"That's your Shyma sis gave me on our anniversary day. l don't like rings. But she thought that if l wear that our relarionship will always be perfect. So l always keep it with me and when l reach near her l will wear it for making her happy. Thanks for making me aware of it. Otherwise your sister will eat me", said Sandy with a laugh. "Bro, l knew this ring. Sandy's brother has the same model. You know after Heaven's second birthday l started to see some bad night mires. Once l saw a man with the same ring in my night mare", said Lizzy emotionaly and kept silent for a minute. Then continued by scribbling something on a paper, "The next day of that night mare we went to Sandy's family house

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

“She’s bluffing! Liam, don’t let her keep spinning these stories. She’s dangerous. You should break her hands and feet and exile her from the pack like the traitor she is—!” “Shut your mouth,” Natalie said. “You think I’m bluffing?” She turned to the crowd. “Everyone knows Devils have a dark aura. They carry a unique odor. It’s why they were able to identify that it was a Devil who took Ned. And that scent... doesn’t just vanish. Anyone who has close contact with a Devil—like embracing them, say—will be infected.” She walked slowly toward the table beside the guards, picking up a small clear bottle of water from her jacket.

"I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..." "He doesn’t – but there are more devils than Lucifer. I'm the daughter of Julien, his firstborn son. Lucifer is my grandfather." Melia relaxes and soars back over to Indra. She points to her necklace. "If you want my help, Indra, the devil's daughter, you must give me the Havor ring hanging around your neck." Indra shakes her head and places a protective hand against the neck ring. "It's a gift from Odin. I have given him a promise to never take it off."

For her, the act was reserved for the Almighty God only. She tolerated kneeling for some reason, though, as long as it wasn’t long. “Before the modification, the ring is served to find a devil worshipper. The ring was a sacred relic that would purify anyone that was corrupted by the devil's power.” “Yup. It is a powerful relic, although it's still a prototype. I needed to work this up a few times so it will become perfect before it goes missing.” “Yes. Duke Sein deliberately stole a half-completed relic.”

They leech on innocence and other attributes of humanity and pollute a well-maintained system. But in the line of lost demons, in the shades of hopelessness, sometimes a person dangerous than the lurking Evil rise. The person whose heart has been ripped out and the soul is cracked, emerges from the flames. Oh, it’s not the phoenix that lights up to ward away the Evil and its parasites. He is born to become the real ringmaster. Such a person only gives up to show the Evil their most vulnerable side while hiding the dagger of vengeance laced with destruction in cover. When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate dev

Obsidian cliffs rose like fangs, each echoing with the endless cries of the damned. Below, demons soared—winged monstrosities lashing the tortured with whips of bone and sinew. Blood ran like water in channels carved through black rock. We plunged deeper. A fortress rose from a lake of black fire—spires of rusted iron and sharpened obsidian twisted toward the sky. The Devil’s Keep. The heart of corruption. Through a broken window, we entered. Inside: firelit gloom, a forge of horror. Torture devices lined the walls. Hooks. Blades. Machines meant not to kill, but to unmake.

Charred, but still wearing a silver ring on the fourth finger. My chest clenched. I knew that ring. The same one Azrael never took off, the black band with the small cross engraved inside. He once told me it was a gift from his mother. “A reminder,” he’d said. “That even devils need saving.” I reached out with trembling fingers and touched it. The metal was cold, but it burned like fire. “That’s his,” I whispered. The doctor looked at the Don, then nodded grimly. “We found identification papers in what’s left of the pocket. Azrael De Luca.”