The Testament Of Sister New Devil Light Novels Novels & Stories

"200 years after you died, I was tired of waiting for you. I searched for you on land and on air but I couldn't find you. I came into the water when I stumbled on my long lost brother, Rex." At that stage, she looked up to me in shock. "R-rex is your... He's your brother." I made a nod. "When a brother becomes the devil, the other either dies or becomes one himself. He had a choice so he made it. He was in search of a black diamond and in the process, he came across the overthrowned sea devil. I was there to save him but an uncompleted deal had been hanging in our minds." "Tell me why you did that to that girl."

Dark sister reached out and gripped his chin with her sharp, deathly claws. “I am going to enjoy torturing you for all eternity. Vermin never gets to taste the sweetness of my treats. You are beneath me. You are nothing but filth under my feet. You will only know pain and regret for all of your imprisonment, never know an ounce of light or joy. Your own actions have sealed your fate.” Her claws swiftly slashed through his jugular, nearly severing his head entirely. Seeing his crimson life source pour out down his chest, Dark sister smiled with a growing hunger. Her hand effortlessly tore through his chest, removing his heart. As she devoured her reward, she watched his head teetering back an

Chiara sighed. “Oscurità e Luce? Darkness and Light coven? I never heard of it. And if she’s your sister, handle your family shit. She’s had my pack slaughtered and wants to use me to kill our Beta heir. It doesn’t make any sense. And you never answered me, were those playing cards your henchmen?” I furrowed my brow. “The cards did take my request to an extreme. They weren’t supposed to be so forceful. But when trying to inlay my magic into my sister’s, there are bound to be hiccups. Her magic warped the playing cards to a sadistic nature like her.” Chiara shrugged.

"Are you even sure you have what it takes to be his wife? The mother of his unborn children?" I looked up, slowly and he gave me a crooked smile. "Being polite and cuddly isn’t going to cut it when you’re marrying a devil from Marseille." He said, stepping slow around the counter. "He’s back home now. Back where all his demons and ghosts lie. Back where his family always wanted him. Back in the serpent den." I gripped the glass tightly. As I began to pour, Cedric stepped forward and placed his hand over mine, stopping the motion and resting both our hands on the juice box.

Annabelle was still asleep in our shared bed, wearing nothing but a thin red nightgown, one bronzed leg tossed over the blanket. He stopped, taking in the view. “And who is this goddess?” “That would be my sister, Mr. Zeus. Now, if you could kindly stop staring at her legs” Devon turned back to me, sighing, and shoved a thick stack of paperwork against my chest. Like Aiden, he had the ability to make the air shift around him. But while Aiden made me want to fall apart in his arms, Devon gave off a different energy. Something more mysterious.

“You look like someone who just made a deal with the devil.” I walked past her and dropped onto the couch without a word. She followed, eyebrows raised. “Spill.” I tossed the contract onto her lap. She skimmed through the pages, whistling low. “He wasn’t kidding.” “Nope.” “You actually signed a marriage contract with Andrew Walker. Girl…” She shook her head. “You’re either the smartest person alive or completely unhinged.” “Both.” She looked up, frowning. “Wait. What happened? Why do you look like someone just shot your dog?”

Lucian plotted vengeance like a grandmaster setting pieces into place; Ayla polished the edges, making the plays smarter, deadlier. And word spread. Whispers slithered through the underworld like smoke: the devil had found his flame. Together, they were preparing to turn the world into ash. Marek’s name appeared often in their late-night conversations. Serrano’s, too. Old enemies, old debts. Each one was marked on the board, each one awaiting their reckoning. Lucian’s men began to follow Ayla’s orders without question. Not because she carried his name, but because she had proven herself—again and again, both on the floor and in the field.

I’m all this all because of my sister, I need to make sure I had a lot of evidence against Damian , while still making sure he doesn’t have any idea of what I was cooking up. My sister deserved better I thought. We walked past through most of the building rooms in the building, the sit out were all furnished with their anesthetic which were pleasing to the eyes. That’s a lot of work they put in here. Damian remained silent for a long period of time and only tried to draw me closer to him while we walked.

Despite this, the man ultimately chose the elder sister, rejecting the younger one as his fated mate. Heartbroken, the younger sister left home, became an apprentice to a witch, and used her hatred and resentment to create an evil demon eye necklace, intending to ruin the lives of her sister and the man. The younger sister used the demon eye necklace to command a large group of werewolves to attack her sister's pack. Many werewolves in the pack suffered casualties, and the sister's lover was severely injured. At the critical moment, the elder sister prayed to the Moon Goddess and created a pair of moonlight necklaces, defeating the dark magic and saving the pack and her lover.

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.