Tree Of Qliphoth Devils Novels & Stories

if he was the 'Devil on earth', 'The dark blade of Linya', 'The leader of the shadow army' then she was the master of those disciples who was blooming within her guidelines and will attain the world in the future. They were different, so different, yet bound by fate. Will the flame vanish before it can even bloom?

Her lips were pouty, making her look like an overage child. — LOUIS DEVON is the youngest Wielder whose intelligence rival that of Rachel. At a very young age, he managed to research a lot of defense mechanism that secures their habitant. One of his accomplishments is the making of a barrier that will wipe the place out of the map and hid it, and unless he discloses its whereabouts, no one will be able /troo/ to find it.

It still sits right on my neck; a wicked reminder that I don't belong to myself anymore, but to three devils. “st…stop” I whisper, my voice cracking and raw. “I..I can wash myself, please” The head maid frowns, not bothering to look at me as she pours a thick, gold oil on my shoulders. “You're wanted perfect by the Triad, Lilith” she says, her eyes hardening. “And we received orders to make sure you're….perfect” she then grabs another bottle of oil. “Your mother's dead. Don't ruin your already swollen face with more tears”

Flaming Qilin sneered and said, "You turn out to be the Fifth Fiend Lord, whose doppelganger has been killed by Chu the Devil. I was wondering who you were." The Fifth Fiend Lord's proud expression froze in an instant. He became gloomy, and he said in a ferocious voice, "Where is Chu the Devil?" "Do you want to find Chu the Devil?" Flaming Qilin sneered. "Where is he?" He asked. "Stop putting on airs here. If Chu the Devil were here, would you dare to show up?"

Mia hissed, barely looking at Hema. Hema sat still, her expression calm—too calm. Her fingers clutched the sides of the chair she sat on, back straight, chin lifted. Her eyes, though blank, had a heaviness to them. As if they had seen too much. She didn’t ask for clarity. She just nodded. From the depths of her purse, Hema retrieved a small glass vial—delicate, almost beautiful. The liquid inside shimmered a pale golden hue, silent and deadly. She rolled it between her fingers like a fragile piece of fate.

In a few seconds, he was towering over me, pressing a finger on my lips to threaten me, " Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years."

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

She sipped her coffee casually, the timer on her wrist counting down to something. Lila arrived right on time, her long legs striding confidently towards the counter and Viviana's eyes didn't even bother trailing her with her eyes. She knew what she would do next. Lila stood there flirting with the barista, her laughter echoing through the small shop. Viviana slipped out of the cafe into the alley behind the cafe. She lit herself a cigarette as she took her already set up sniper from the bag seated on the roof of the building she was aiming from. The sniper was custom made and the deadliest anyone could find. It never fails to finish its job since she started using it.

I felt a cold chill run down my spine, and I turned in the direction of the voice. His shoes caught my gaze first, black suede, and my eyes ran up those black pants, stopping at the sight of his red cloak that made my heart shudder. Alpha Kane—The devil himself.