The Devils Harem Novels & Stories

Also, seeing the devil be this soft and loving was a bit too much of a shock for him. He could still remember how he was summoned by Derrick from the underworld. The voice he heard was a little too dramatic. The devil spoke into his mind with so much urgency in his voice. It was as if they would lose their souls if they ever made a single mistake. He wondered why he was asked to possess a mere human body. He wondered why he had to pretend to be the same person. Why did he even need to take over that body in the middle of a party? Dame could still recall how confused he was about seeing his master that night. Derrick was ready to claw his eyeballs out just so he could stop that mere mortal fr

After what seemed like an eternity of walking, they came to a stop in front of massive double doors carved with intricate designs that looked like demons dancing in flames. "You can go in, your highness," the maid said before quickly turning and hurrying away, clearly wanting no part in whatever was about to happen. Eryndra stood alone in the empty corridor, staring at those ominous doors. She took in a deep breath, trying to gather what little courage she had left, then slowly pushed the doors open. The moment she entered the room, she could see him clearly - the devil himself sitting casually on the enormous four-poster bed with a scroll in his hands. He was still partially dressed from th

“ I don't want you doing anything irrational, that'll probably ruin the plan, I know how much you hate them and want them dead. But still, be reasonable.” “ I am being reasonable. If I wasn't reasonable I wouldn’t be here.” Godfather sighed and signalled the guards which stood beside him and soon, they distributed documents across the table. Alex grabbed one and opened it. I didn't want to look inside but my curiosity didn't waver, so then I decided to push my nonchalant attitude to the side and peak a little and what I saw made me my stomach churn. Grosteque images of women, naked, their bodies stained with blood, their bodies marked with a symbol of a sword piercing a bird. I didn't need a

Maybe Dean should have found out and told me. I find myself walking around and looking. It is a nice room, expensive, but empty. There isn’t even a bed? So, what, does Mr Devil have a thing for chair sex? I laugh at the thought, then hear the door open, I turn and watch as he walks in and locks the door behind him. He quietly walks to the side and pours two drinks. Two? Is that why he paid so much? I’m used to it now, but usually, the rules are you have to state if there is more than one man. I look around, but there is no other doors, and he locked that. So who is the second guy?

For the first time in history, devils and angels gathered in one place. The Devil’s Fortress shimmered under moonlight pouring through stained glass windows, casting an ethereal glow over the grand wedding venue. Guests stepped inside and paused, awestruck by the breathtaking sight. The entire hall was adorned with striking black and white flowers, demonic symbols subtly woven into the architecture, and a long silver aisle lined with burning candles. Alpha Magnus stood proudly with a glass of wine in hand, his chest puffed with unmistakable pride. His gaze met King Evran’s at the same moment, both fathers sharing a rare, silent understanding as they looked toward Caelus and the Heavenly Empe

They hurriedly through the store till the front door. “Freeze…” Policemen point their guns towards them. Their headlights shining towards them. Jeremy raises his hand up, letting the gun drop to the ground. “Damn it!” he curses. It’s been five weeks since Jeremy and Laurel went on their final heist together. They have not set eyes on each other ever since. Laurel is kept waiting in a holding cell and the smell of her own urine has suddenly become an acquaintance of hers. The bar rods separating her from other cells are way too familiar and the loneliness has gradually eroded some part of her sanity. No doubt before the next couple of weeks, she would have gone completely insane and a full

His posture screams pride, arrogance and conceit, values heaven granted him at his birth. He gives Devlin a knowing look, the kind I saw my mother give me during my teenage years when she was waiting for an answer. Devlin clenches his jaw in exaggeration as a reply, a habit I’ve noticed men nurse when they are angry. Michael does that a lot. Calmly sitting in a tub full of water in my pyjamas, I grant myself a free ticket to the show. Dustin is standing restlessly by the door, guilt hovering in display over his features, an emotion unaccustomed to demons and devils. Our eyes meet for a brief second and I almost feel bad I told on him, but then I remember how the dark-haired older man confron

Obsidian cliffs rose like fangs, each echoing with the endless cries of the damned. Below, demons soared—winged monstrosities lashing the tortured with whips of bone and sinew. Blood ran like water in channels carved through black rock. We plunged deeper. A fortress rose from a lake of black fire—spires of rusted iron and sharpened obsidian twisted toward the sky. The Devil’s Keep. The heart of corruption. Through a broken window, we entered. Inside: firelit gloom, a forge of horror. Torture devices lined the walls. Hooks. Blades. Machines meant not to kill, but to unmake.

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.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "