The Devils Ring Novels & Stories

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “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.”

"Ever felt your own aura trapped inside of you, unable to flow? Feels like drowning from the inside, doesn’t it?" The devil gasped, eyes widening in pure terror. "Tell me where the cursed stone is," Sir Jason demanded. For a few seconds, the devil gritted his teeth, trying to fight back. But his body shuddered, sweat beading at his temples. "A-alright! Alright! It's hidden… among the artifacts marked with the Sigma Symbol!" he spat out, voice strained. Immediately, Sir Jason withdrew his hand, and the devil gasped for air, his aura flowing freely again. He collapsed against the net, panting.

whispered Astrid while staring blankly at the ring. The ring glowed and loosened. It grew bigger and bigger to form a chakram with a diameter of sixteen centimeters. Astrid grasped the inside of the chakram and swung it around. The chakram felt very light but so strong and sharp. "Dovah Ring," whispered Astrid. "Dragon Ring," whispered Astrid. The chakra shrank back to ring size. Astrid pinned the ring back to her ring finger. "Dovah Incognito," whispered Astrid.

"Devil Energy Amethyst." Devil Energy Amethyst, formed by gathering the Devil Qi. It is like the Spirit Stone, just that a Spirit Stone contained a large amount of Immortal Qi which was beneficial to the immortal cultivators. The devil amethyst, on the other hand, was for the devil cultivators. However, it was forbidden to have it in the Violet Manor. One could only obtain it in the black market. Not only that, the price of a devil amethyst was way higher than a Spirit Stone of the same level.

Felini, a kind older gentleman who was the store's owner as he informed me while I browsed. “Of course!” He immediately took out a key to unlock the display and took out the ring. It was even more magnificent up close. It was a wide, rectangular gold ring with a large green emerald. It had tiny diamonds on each side of the emerald and even some going down along the band. Mr. Felini told me a bit more about the ring and its price. My eyes wanted to pop out of their sockets. It was pricey but it was such a unique ring.

the devil in my mind snuggles the thought of thinking something sinister. “What should I think I shouldn’t ask for?” I tried to think. Suddenly, the image of Angelo came to my mind. The second moment, my eyes were wide open. The devil inside me smirked, “Something sinister, huh?” I fluttered my eyes to make them heavy as I converged to think about him. His sculpted body as my eyes trailed through every part of his body. I wanted to touch him badly, and kissed me. I didn’t know if the next thing happened between us or not, but I didn’t feel Decker’s presence beside me.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them,

The silence after the crash. Devon rubbed his fingers against his temple and switched lanes, aiming for the bridge out of the city. He hadn’t told anyone about the ring. The gold band, cool and dull in his palm that day, had haunted him more than he cared to admit. He remembered the way the light had hit it—Damian’s initials etched faintly inside, like a whisper of something left unsaid. He’d stashed it quickly, without thinking. There, in the drawer behind his collection of cufflinks, beneath a velvet box he hadn’t opened since college. The idea of Annabelle finding it—of anyone finding it—froze something in him. What would he even say?

The priest says and I clear my throat. “I devote myself to you and with this ring, I bind my soul to yours, now and forever." I say, stretching my hand to the velvet cushion to pick the ring. At the center stone is a rare pink diamond but it was the band that can steal one’s breath. Delicate green vines, crafted with such lifelike detail, encircled the diamond.