The Devils Daughter Name Novels & Stories

"I don’t know why you keep doing that though. Your tits look fantastic in that dress!" My face is practically on fire now as I try to recover from her words. Who even talks like this?? So crude and yet so sultry... like silk. This woman feels like getting hit by a very glamorous tornado... It's dizzying! "I'm Rhyssa, by the way," she says brightly and I scoff internally... Of course her name is something like Rhyssa... A woman dressed entirely in red with cheekbones sharp enough to kill a man could never possibly be named something normal like Jane...

Whenever he thought about the King's daughter, there was a storm inside him. - She?- Cassius asked him calmly. - This Demetria. What do we know about her? She is the daughter of the Dragon King. Nothing from his blood can be good. - Devin looked around, but before anyone had a chance to react, Cassius grabbed him and lifted him in the air. - Do you need to be reminded that I share the same blood with my brother? - He asked through his greeted teeth. His eyes shone gold. Devin crossed the line, and he knew about it.

Theon starts. “The deviless was blessed by the Moon Goddess!” Haden chimes in, interrupting him. “The devil clan worshipped her as if she was a deity because of it. She was given her power, which none of us knows for sure what is because she was born on the winter solstice!” “Huh?” I question, my mind unable to make a connection. “What does it even mean?” “I don’t know for sure, but I think the devil warrior who fell in love with the deviless is Xaveraq,” Theon confesses. “Because that’s the only way the story makes any sense.”

He didn’t need to speak for me to hear his thoughts: How far will she go before she forgets herself? They called me many things now. Some whispered “queen.” Others muttered “witch.” But the name that stuck, the one that spread like wildfire through the underworld, was the one I never asked for, the one I never denied. The Devil’s Handmaiden. From been sold as a Handmaiden into the blackwood mansion, to rising as the queen, the one who stole the heart of the Devil “Dominique”. I hadn’t chosen it. But it was mine. And I would carry it well with so much pride abd dignity.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

She sits straight up in bed, “Do you want to tell me that not only do you get Angels, but fucking heaven is for real.” With only a small wicked smile, I pull her back into my arms, “Where do you think I come from?” She goes dead quiet; then there is the very thing that I knew would happen, her body starts to tremble. It does not even take her but a mere five seconds and she pushes me away. “Are you really the Devil?” “Yes, my love, I am the Devil’s son.” “Then that means that you come from that pit of burning fire where all people fall when they have sinned.”

Who would leave such a little girl wandering alone in a huge building like this? "What's your daddy's name?" Angela requested. "Lucifer...daddy's name is Lucifer," Alicia said. Angela's eyes widened in shock. Lucifer Camphell?! This little angel is that jerk's daughter?! That means mother must be a saint! "I know where your daddy is, so don't worry," Angela said. The girl smiled instantly. Angela reached her hand for her to hold but Alicia spread out her hands wide hopped up and down like a cute bunny. "Pick me! Pick me!"

She paused and swallowed a big lump. "He's the King of Hell. Lucifer Morningstar." Aurora's eyes went wide in shock. She was not able to digest her words. Because she has read about him. And she knows that He's the Devil. King of hell. And now it comes out that she is his daughter. Devil's daughter. Princess of the hell. "I'm a Devil?" Aurora asked her in disbelief. She still couldn't believe what she just heard. "I'm sorry, I had my reason to hide this from you."