The Devils Ring Novels & Stories

“Even if it’s the devil himself…” The light overhead flickered once.

Then we’re back on the road as the stars begin to come out. We reach the southernmost mountains early the next morning and find a visitor center in a quaint town at the foot of the first peaks. The sweet little old lady at the counter has never heard of the Devil’s Teeth, but she gives us information on the biggest Rocky Mountains visitor center in the area. Unfortunately, the Rockies cover quite a large area, and we need more to work on than we have. At the next visitor center, we hit pay dirt. The park ranger running the information desk knows the Devil’s Teeth, though he’s always known them as the Devil’s Fingers. They’re a myth, he tells us, but legend says they can be found near Black M

“So we’re looking for a ring?” “Mm. I’ll recognise it when I see it.” I sounded confident, but I didn’t have a fucking clue whether I would be able to identify it or not. I only glimpsed the ring on the demon’s finger, but that was long enough for me to realise it was familiar. By the Moon Goddess’ grace, the Vault was well organised. There was a tiny section dedicated to demonic artefacts and amongst the shitload of whacky items, there was a Hellion ring. I picked it up and studied it.

‘But…what are Mirror Devils? When she saw the confused looks on Darryl and the others’ faces, she bit her lips and continued, “Mirror Devils are unusual. They’re really evil and like to transform into stone steles. The surface of the stone steles will be as smooth as a mirror. Once someone approaches and looks into the mirror, the Mirror Devil will transform into that person. So, your sister and friend were ambushed by these Mirror Devils.” Quincy and the others looked at Darryl, feeling ashamed of themselves.

No one ever saw ghosts when they first arrived. But then a circle opened in the crowd, like instinct carved a path around him. Marek Elias. He wasn’t tall. Wasn’t loud. But the room bent around him. Suited in charcoal, collar pressed sharp, no tie. Just a dark ring on his finger and a scar at his temple like a dash struck through his past. He walked with purpose, but no urgency. Like he had time. Like he owned time. Their eyes met. Brief. Fleeting.

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

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.

For her, the act was reserved for the Almighty God only. She tolerated kneeling for some reason, though, as long as it wasn’t long. “Before the modification, the ring is served to find a devil worshipper. The ring was a sacred relic that would purify anyone that was corrupted by the devil's power.” “Yup. It is a powerful relic, although it's still a prototype. I needed to work this up a few times so it will become perfect before it goes missing.” “Yes. Duke Sein deliberately stole a half-completed relic.”

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

I feel like I am a stone because I am stoned. I feel so relaxed while the wind is kissing my cheek and blowing my hair. The wind is getting colder. Devon took his pentel pen inside his bag and stood up. He went to the mango tree and wrote DEVISH in capital letters. The mix of our name Devon + Irish = Devish. and I don’t know why he wrote it but it is kind of sweet. “What is that for?” I asked and he sat beside me. “For our friendship that wouldn’t last long” He answered while staring at those kindergarteners playing at the playground. One hundred steps away from us.