The Devil's Ring Novels & Stories

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

"And what if you are?" His lips curved. Dark. Dangerous. "Then you should pray, Elena Rossi. Because the devil does not let go of what belongs to him." He turned and walked away. I stood there frozen, realizing I had walked into a cage made of gold and glass. And the devil held the only key.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

Her mother and father have always brought her different kinds of strange gifts whenever it was her birthday. She never understood why they would give her such. But, she always appreciated the gifts. However, she has always left with a turbulent spirit afterward. On her 18th birthday, her mother gave her a golden image of the supposed devil. It was so bright and beautiful that it lit up a room, the moment it came into contact with her. She was confused by this incident and she never found the answer as to why the image of the devil was given to her and why it lit up upon coming in contact with her.

Asmo reveled in his newfound power, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that Maria's well-being had been compromised. As they prepared to depart, Asmo turned to the car, only to find Belphegor seated behind Maria. Unaware of the menacing entity in the vehicle, Maria rested peacefully. As Asmo readied a spell or curse to thwart his treacherous brother's advances, a hand emerged from behind, forcibly inserting a grenade into his mouth, its holder gripping the ring that could detonate the explosive. The voice behind the hand taunted, "If you loved this mortal so much, then you should have put a ring on it." To Asmo's shock, it was none other than the devil himself.

she whispered — soft, but sharp as a knife. With trembling fingers, Argan slid the ring onto her finger. Applause erupted across the hall. But in that moment, Argan knew — his smile was not happiness. It was a mask. --- Outside the venue, rain began to fall softly. A woman stood in the shadow beside a black car — Devia. She watched from afar, her gaze fixed on the shining ring on the woman’s finger — the same woman who had destroyed her home. Her tears fell, but not for love anymore.

I chuckled while she tsked, exasperation taking reigns of her. “One day I got lucky… We were taken to the big fighting ring, and they didn’t tell us noobs the rules. And how cruel they were.” Kill or be killed. It was that simple. A dead body had to leave the ring. “I asked around and found out that the devil’s child had gotten into cahoots with one of the guards. And the guard wanted to take him out fair and square. It was outlawed for the guards to fight with the recruits, but he was the most hated, and the most feared. Higher-ups feared what he was becoming, and what he might do to them, so they permitted it. The ring was filled to the brim, everyone wanting to experience the grand calami