The Devils Fire Novels & Stories

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

“The Wendells, my uncle, whoever planted the rot—I'll find out. I’ll burn every thread they touched. But we do it on our terms now. From the shadows.” Ayra nodded slowly. “Then let’s stay ghosts.” Lucian smirked. “For now.” --- Outside, the wind picked up, whistling through the trees. The world believed them dead. Burnt beyond recognition. Their enemies would scramble for control, hunting phantoms in every shadow. But the dead had a way of walking again. And this time, they would not return as heirs or criminals. They would return as fire.

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.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

When Ayla finally took him into her arms, her voice was steady. “Lucian D’Argento,” she named him. “Like your father. Like the fire he left behind.” She pressed her lips to his forehead, tears falling onto his soft skin. “You will know him—through me, through them, through the blood he gave to protect us. You will grow strong. And you will never walk alone.” Epilogue – Dynasty of Fire Penthouse Seven still stood, scarred but unbroken. At night, the city lights shimmered below, the world carrying on as though it hadn’t lost its king.

I gasped and tried to pull back, but Devon caught my wrists and pinned them above my head, grinning down at me like the fire didn’t scare him at all. “Don’t hide it, Addy,” he growled, rocking against me, his hips grinding into mine. “Your fire is mine too. Let it out.” My body obeyed before my mind did. The flames licked across my skin, harmless but blazing, wrapping us both in heat. Devon groaned, thrusting into me hard enough to steal my breath. His mouth claimed mine again, tongue sliding deep, tasting me, owning me. The bond thrummed, wild and intoxicating, and I matched him move for move. No hesitation, no fear. Only us raw, and desperate.

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

Vito muttered. He raised his gun and started firing back, aiming for the shooters, for the drivers, for anything that moved. Bernard was beside him now, his own gun out, firing in controlled bursts. Gianna's men had scattered throughout the room, taking cover behind furniture, returning fire through the broken windows. The sound was deafening. The smell of gunpowder filled the air. And then, just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. The gunfire from outside ceased. The engines revved. And the cars peeled away, tires screeching as they disappeared down the street.

“Of all the deadly sins, lust is perhaps one of the most, if not the most powerful. Lust brings great men to their knees, reaching for a forbidden destination out of touch to the world at large. A destination that suffered a trauma so great it left physical scars which was supposed to be a warning. Yet whilst most powerful men retreat after stumbling on the warning, one brave enough, only just ventured ahead. Their choice of weapon to navigate this mound bound by trauma? A strong tongue–” I paused at this point because I felt my thighs beginning to soak up. Laying on my back, I stretched my legs in front of me. Whatever the devil had done, he had woken up a certain beast in me for sure. My e

'No—release my son! The devil ignored him, raising a clawed hand. The air tore open before him—a jagged void, a maw of swirling blackness rimmed with flickering red flames, whispering promises of eternal torment. It yawned wide, sucking light from the chamber, the edges fraying reality itself. With Kael clutched tight, the devil stepped toward it, the boy's struggles growing frantic.