The Devil's Ring Novels & Stories

Violet’s hand tightened. “Found what?” Kael asked. Rhea inhaled a sharp, broken breath— And the images exploded behind her eyes. A mountain temple… A grave… A ring glowing with red fire… AURA devouring it… She was seeing everything. Every step. Every breath. Every moment of AURA’s fury. Her voice shook, but she continued: “The ring… it held his Heartfire. His… rune… the mark of who he truly is… the power witches stole when they trapped him…”

All devil cultivators were cunning and insidious. Instead of looking directly into the spatial ring, Severin used his divine sense to wrap a layer on the spatial ring. Soon, he discovered the seal Mohsin left on the ring.

But I am me and me is a fucking bad brat of the devil himself. I did not answer them for a long time and kept a poker face as I saw them shift uneasily as they held a joint ring in front of me. The ring was beautifully designed. It was dragon shaped and and the eyes of the dragon had blue sapphires set on it while a huge diamond solitaire stood in the middle depicting the open mouth of the dragon with rubies surrounding the body of the dragon. The ring must cost the fortunes of atleast five packs together ! Were they fucking serious to entrust their fortune on my fingers !!

Solomon does so, only to be hurled far away from Jerusalem. Asmodeus steals the ring, forces Solomon into exile, and becomes king himself. He throws the ring into the sea. But Solomon’s lover, the Ammonite Namah, finds the ring in a fi sh belly, and the king regains his power. He is immediately transported to Jerusalem when he puts on the ring. As punishment, he puts Asmodeus in a jar. Asmodeus was absorbed into Christian lore, becoming one of the Devil’s leading agents of provocation.

A vial with a tiny drop of black liquid tumbled down from a lax hand and stumbled across the dirt until it too fell back into hell where it came from. The black and blood red magic hovering above the crack, waiting to be called upon, swooped in to curl around Dean arm the moment he raised his ring-laden hand. He peeled his eyes back open as he swallowed the vile-tasting liquid on his tongue and shuddered from the darkly electrifying sensation of devil blood entering his system.

he asked placidly. The handsome and fair Orlov was a dashing man with a tall nose with deeply-sunken and blue eyes. He produced a Storage Ring and held it out in his opened palm, "Here are the items you requested, Devil." "Give it here," Chu Xun extended a hand. Orlov bowed again and replied, "I'll need you to first release Angus, revered Devil."

"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.