The Silver Devil Book Novels & Stories

Then Silver laughed — a rich, genuine sound that cut deeper than any insult could. “Look at yourself. Pathetic. Threatening your own blood over a woman who just chose me in front of everyone. If you really want her that badly, here’s my new offer: accept the marriage. Smile pretty, raise your glass, and congratulate us like a good big brother. Maybe I’ll even let you in on our sexcapades — from a distance. Or…” Silver leaned in, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper, “stop seeing Delilah entirely. Walk away right now and never touch her again. Because if you come near me or my fiancée with anything but respect, I’ll make sure you regret every second of it.”

After one interview with Wolf Connor, the sexiest-slash-scariest man she’d ever met in the flesh, she’d accepted the job offer on the spot – all the while totally unaware that Silver was a fully patched-in member of The Road Devils MC. It had been one hell of a shock when he’d turned up the next day to meet the new accountant, and realized that the one-night-stand that he’d taken off on a few states over was actually standing in front of him. It had been rough – it had actually been hellish – between them for a while. But Jo and Silver had worked it all out, they’d opened up and been honest, and rediscovered each other while fully clothed. It had been nothing but a revelation to them that th

Devilio replies with a devilish and cunning grin on his face that the other guy would have seen but for the fact that he was bowing his head. Big mistake. He stands up and goes on to educate Devilio on the best way to infiltrate the Conscientious Pack and subsequently destroy it. He is given a bag of silver coins and after, he leaves for his territory. Half a mile away from the Conscientious Pack, he buries the bag of coins in a safe place under a very large tree. He’ll come back for it when the time is right.

"Ah, Alpha Treyton. You will see. In time, you will understand. But for now, let us focus on the task at hand. We have much to discuss, and little time to waste." With that, Silver gestured to a small, ornate table in the corner of the hut. On it lay a large, leather-bound book, adorned with strange symbols and markings. "This is the ancient tome of our people," Silver said, her voice full of reverence. "It holds the secrets of our past, and the key to our future. And Ava, dear one, you are the only one who can unlock it." Ava's eyes widened in shock as Silver's words sank in. "Me? Stop Lucifer? But how? I'm just a...a normal person."

I don’t believe she’d ever visited the royal pack before, much less an ordinary pack. “Actually, I think it's better if we keep her in the dungeons,” the Headmistress points out. “Less chance for her to escape or be broken out. The dungeon cells are lined with silver mixed iron bars, correct?” “Err, yes, they are,” I answer, wondering what she was implying. “Most of the supernatural creatures find silver lethal. Perhaps this devil does too. Having the prisoner kept behind silver bars would be prudent.” “I understand,” we make our way towards the south of the castle where the passage that led to the dungeons lay.

“And what was that?” Lisbeth leaned forward, her voice lowering. “A set of coordinates. A coded map. The key to crossing the Devil’s Strait without losing half your crew and your fortune. Impassable waters made passable—at a cost almost no one could match. The profit potential was…” She pinched her fingers together. “Astronomical.” Ayra’s brows drew together. “Why would she even chase something like that if she didn’t want us in the life?” For the first time, Lisbeth’s gaze faltered. “Because by then… they’d realised something. Neither of them—Father with his warmth, Mother with her brilliance—wanted this for their children. Not for me, and... especially not for you.”

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

And then an unfamiliar house swims to the forefront, a large, boxy building sagging toward the mire on the same foundation as the one I had built. These thoughts belong to Amos, I realize. But the demon’s walked this swamp for the last time. The portal hungrily devours Amos’s soul. I don’t know if it’s dead, or if it’s just been sent back to hell. Honestly, I’d prefer that I never find out. I don’t fight as the spectral opening beckons me deeper. I’d made a deal with the devil. My soul has been forfeited since the very moment I first allowed Amos in.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]