Tremble With Fear The Devil Awakens Novels & Stories

Something his people had prayed for and feared in equal measure. Maybe the prophecy hadn’t been metaphor at all. Maybe the “third” wasn’t a threat. Maybe it was him. Caught between them. Burning. Awakening. A hinge point in a story older than his bones. The bench scraped against the floor, a harsh sound that snapped his focus back to the present. Adelaide’s voice broke over a cry that sounded more like surrender than anything else. The Devil’s answering growl rolled through the stone like thunder. The heat in the room surged. Caelum’s breath stuttered. It happened without his consent. One moment, he was clinging to the crack in the wall, arousal and fury and fascination tearing at him in equ

Suddenly, I lost strength in my leg and fell to the ground with a thud. He burned Sasha alive without any hesitation. I closed my eyes and a wave of nausea engulfed me. I feel my blood turn to ice. Fear holds me tight. The Devil's attention then focused on me. His icy eyes looked at me. My heart rate involuntarily accelerates as he makes his way towards me. I'm frozen in fear. I don't know what to do. I can't move. I can't breathe. I can only watch as death comes near me.

I’ve no idea what’s happened, why there’s no light anymore, or why I’m so messed up, dazed, and confused and my body aches badly. The air is filled with noises so terrifying I freeze in utter fear as they filter through and I pick them apart, stilled as I listen and try to make sense of what they are. My heart grippe din icy terror. Screaming…. howling. Wails of despair and sobbing. Something else too, a weird almost chatter like taunting noise, that I swear is exactly how I would imagine the devil would sound laughing. It sends the fear of god through me and I shudder violently, pulling myself up to huddle on my ass, aware I can move again if a little slowly with great effort. My limbs are

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

So, in an unexpected cry of pain, I ended up on my knees on the floor. At the sound of the scream, my necklace scorched, causing the magenta clouds that surrounded the pendant to release like lightning. One of the women was hit, and she screamed even louder, shrinking her own body. The other woman retreated, the black eyes of the possession momentarily vacillating, demonstrating that the demon no longer seemed sure of his actions.

The devil's voice rang near my ears and I shivered from fear because his breath was lingering on my skin and when I tilted my head I could clearly see that his body is still far away from me while his head is near to my neck. "Ahh..." I yelled, feeling scared, and then fell heavily on the ground. They both stared at me with playful evil eyes as they walked to me with predatory steps and I started crawling back while shouting for help. "Help, Help me. Please. Anybody," My cries for help were completely useless and then the devil laughed loudly making my whole body shiver, his laugh was too scary. "No one's gonna help you, Ella. No one." He said to me and then the person whom I thought was a p

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."

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Intense fear saturated his eyes, his body continuing to tremble under my hold as he said with a shaky voice, “I swear I don’t know what you are talking about. I haven’t seen any lady at all. I was just delivering these concrete blocks when the truck broke down. Please don’t kill me. I swear I don’t know anything.” My gaze subconsciously shifted to the blocks arranged on the truck, and I caught sight of the emerald green stone shimmering under the moonlight. “Fuck.” I groaned as I instantly released my grip on his neck and pushed him aside. Climbing onto the back of the lorry, I reached for the necklace and snatched it up before jumping back down. Fucking smart brat.