The Silver Devil Book Novels & Stories

The fractured realm convulsed violently in response as black fire erupted through the edges of the golden flames surrounding him. The celestial court recoiled immediately in horror. “No” The Silver God stared upward with devastation flooding its silver eyes. “It cannot be.” The Devourer rose farther beneath reality itself now, colossal enough to eclipse entire dying constellations behind its form. Chains hung broken around its massive body while black cosmic fire consumed existence around every movement it made.

Whatever it is, it might be the key to the questions about my mom and this organization that wants all of us dead. The children were with their dad as they walked on each side of him, clutching his fine, silver fur. Diana still looked scared and anxious as she felt her father’s fur on the side of her flushed cheek for comfort. Devon walked with his back straight, his face painted with patience and courage. His small steps were so light that I barely heard them clacking on the floor, unlike his sister’s. Devon was definitely a hunter—a born leader and warrior that Silver Crescent needs one day.

“I said I have a gift for you. It belonged to your grandmother and I placed it in your lap for you to open — so go ahead and open it. ” My eyes lowered to my lap and sure enough, there was a jewellery box; it was black suede. I lifted the lid. “Grandma's rubies,” I stuttered. “Yes, she would have wanted you to have it. Here, let me help you,” he stretched his hands out to help me with the necklace. I recoiled as if my body thought he was going to hit me. “Fuck, I am not going to hit you — at least not tonight,” the devil grinned devilishly. He fastened the clasps of the necklace and I wore the earrings. My skin crawled when his fingers brushed up against the back of my neck.

“Maybe I need to trim them.” Aiden’s jaw clenched tight. Part of him was scared, but another part, the stupid part, felt a twisted spark of curiosity at the threat. He looked away, only to catch Bernard pouring whiskey into Vito’s half-empty glass with a crooked smirk on his face. The whole scene made Aiden’s blood burn. Vito sitting there like a king and Bryan acting way too comfortable in the house. He cleared his throat loudly. Vito turned his head. “What?”

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

Devil whose dark menacing laugh, he could already hear eagerly awaiting for his arrival in hell. That man is me, Nathan Curtis Silverman the billionaire and you shall be reading my story. *****

but right now it's so difficult for me to trust him. "Okay guys, let's leave Ashley to freshen up and rest before dinner time." The devil himself spoke, looking at me. Now speaking of which, his eyes haven't left me ever since we arrived. his gaze has been following me about like a hungry hawk and I tried so much to ignore it.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

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.

Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. And Dante Moretti—the Devil himself—had been the one she bargained with. “Why are you telling me this now?” she whispered. “Because you need to decide, Seraphina.” He stepped closer again, eyes locked on hers. “This world is cracking. The barrier between what is and what was is thinning. War is coming. Not just between crime families. But between realms.”