The Devils Ring Novels & Stories

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

Seeing the puzzled expressions on Caspian and Maisie Pine's faces, Flame Gordon pointed to the ground and said, "About two thousand and seven hundred miles to the west from here, there is a huge crack across the north and south. No one knew the exact depth of the crack that led straight to the ground. However, every year, there would be a large number of Devil People coming out of the crack, which was also a month in a row. "These devil people once caused trouble here, disturbing the surrounding people, and even almost building a country of devil people."

It was a listening silence. As the sun began its slow fall, the path opened into a bowl-shaped valley nestled high in the mountains’ chest. It was sheltered from the wind. A small, perfectly circular lake, so still it looked like a plate of dark glass, reflected the fading sky. Around its edge stood stones, not markers, but seats, arranged in a wide circle. A council ring. And in the centre of the ring, sitting on one of the stones as if waiting for a meeting to begin, was the dragon.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

CLARA’S POV: A month later Now, a month after nights upon nights of vigorously trying to control my wolf, my new titles have somehow become: ‘devil luna’, ‘devil Donna’, ‘devil she-wolf, just anything with a devil before it! The reason, you ask? Well, my wolf is the new me…basically. It seems my own body doesn’t even belong to me, since I’m the one who’s always fighting for control! She takes over typically whenever Kasan is out of sight and lunges at whomever she spots first, be it humans, the rest of the pack or a freaking rat. For some reason, she usually spares my brother, his mate, Kenley and my parents from her violence. But that doesn’t make it any less bad!

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

The limo door opened into a blur of light, music, and masked faces. Ayla stepped out onto the cobbled drive of the Serrano estate, her heels clicking softly against stone polished to a mirror finish. Above her, chandeliers flickered beneath a vast glass dome, casting broken stars across the arriving guests. Everything reeked of power and decadence. Her mask — crafted in deep black velvet, lined with silver embroidery — clung to her face like second skin. Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.”

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.

For they have the ability to capture and slay demons if they so wanted. But only one has the ability to control demons through a ring passed down in every generation. And as the lone descendant of his family. He is the one to inherit that ring. Called the ring of Solomon. "Is there a problem?" rain flinched when Urie suddenly came up to him. He sensed that the demon's around Adam were about to notice him staring. So he acted as usual and ignored it for now. He'll have to deal with them later on. He has to know first what their purpose is for messing with Adam's feelings.

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.