The Devils Fire Novels & Stories

My wolves roared in agreement, the sound like thunder, and Marcus, Ethan, Callum, and Davian let their power surge alongside mine, creating a barrier that pushed back the Devourer. The king laughed, deep and chilling. “Impressive. But you are still a child playing with fire. And fire… can consume everything.” “No,” I said, teeth clenched. “I am the storm. I am the fire. And I will decide who burns.” The Devourer’s red eyes flared. He lunged, and in that instant, the world exploded into chaos.

"Well?" I smiled. "I suppose you're not completely terrible." He shook his head. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." "Don't get used to it." He kissed my forehead. And for the first time in a very long time, I allowed myself to imagine a future that wasn't defined by fear. A future where I could laugh without pretending. Where I could love without expecting to be hurt. Where Adrian Blackwood might become more than the boy everyone called the Devil.

Devon lets out a howl of pain and frustration because we can’t get to our mate. -We are on the second floor, and they set the building on fire.-Leena -Leena, the whole house is engulfed in flames. There is no way to get to you guys-Devon -How are any of you still alive?-Me -Emerald has us surrounded by a wall of water-Leena -Hurry, she is fading fast-Lyra

“For the desires that were left behind And the ties that were never tied, For the good that was thrown in well And the sadness that was wept, He shall come back to mend what was broken, To redeem the betrayal that was hung heavily in the air, To bow in front of breaths that died seeking his affection. A time will arrive when the devil will redeem for the sins he committed with passion. Because sometimes, one life isn’t enough for redemption.” The witch announced, and the deadly silence evaporated with the hope of a new sunrise.

“I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.” I shudder, breath hitching in my throat. At that same moment I remember the wise words of my mother. The same words I ignored the moment I let a stranger like Michael into my life and now Dustin and Mr. Memphis, who is apparently The Devil. ‘You enjoy playing in the mud, but remember

If we use it beyond our work, we will face danger. I opened a portal, moving to another realm, a golden circular frame of light beamed in front of me. On its center, a blurry whirl-like plasma showed a faint, distorted glimpse of what was on the other side. This time, it displayed a muzzy scarlet view—which is one of the realms I disliked so much—The Fiery Realm or hell. Upon entering, a devil blocked me—devils were once an angel but chose to be under Satan's ruling. "Another message, Herald?" the devil whispered, then licked my earlobes.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

I felt his knuckle rings glide against my torso, his hand traveling up to pin my neck to the wall again almost as if he was claiming me. A stranger claiming a random lady. How unreal. “I can be your poison. I can be the one they fear. For you.” He whispered, his lip brushing against my earlobe. "I'll give you the power you desire, and take them down for you,”. "What are you talking about?” I gagged. "I can see your heart, it craves revenge. I'll get them for you, I'll get them all, just for you. Chloe Willie. Seth Finn. Martha Wilson. All of them.”.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.