V Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

What sinister plans do my uncles have for me? Have they truly handed me over to the devil himself?

If their kind killed out of greed, they die by greed, if you are nice and didn't hurt anyone, so shall the karma keep storing for you until you used it up. But as for her Shiloh, she won't say she hasn't killed, she has but that was to protect her family, loved ones and friends in the hands of bad people. It's different for the Devon's, they are the kind of vampire you won't see anywhere, they have fangs, red eyes, claws and so on, but you can never see them crave for blood, they are a unique kind, their vampire traits only shows when they are very angry or, in any necessary situation. Other than that they can blend in with humans totally.

That devil seems to have multiple personalities. Duh?!

He should have offered up this freedom sooner. The Devil sat down on the bed, his hand coming out to pat the spot beside him. Win sat down and Adom took his hand. He eyed the Soulmate Angelic Mark for a second before turning his attention back to Win hand. He allowed his fingers to rest over the skin there and the Win gasped softly as Devil hand warmed and a spell was performed. He took his hand away and revealed a small mark-his own. Win blinked, looking down at the stylized yellow eye that was etched into the skin on the back of his hand. "Did you just . . . did you just brand me?" he asked before shaking his head. "So much for trust."

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

Fucking devil. “I’m still going to punish you for what you did the last time. Know that,” he said, his gaze never leaving mine. “How do you intend to punish me?” I asked with a small voice. He suddenly leaned forward again and grabbed my chin between his fingers. “How do you want to be punished?” His eyes pinned on me made my heart rate accelerate. I shook my head and swallowed against my dry throat. His hand on me was supposed to irritate me. His piercing gaze was supposed to infuriate me. His voice was supposed to disturb me. But instead, all they did was make my heart beat really fast with desire.

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

The devil's own melody. Soul Snatcher.

he questions sarcastically, "Yeah, that makes a lot of sense." I huff angrily, "All I want is to tell you something that you have been asking for a while and you won't let me, Alex." "I'm not doing this right now." he growls, before turning and storming away from me and down the hall. I make no move to go after him. I know that it's no use. He doesn't want to deal with me at the moment and I'm definitely not going to make him. I will simply have to go through this alone. Spinning on my heel, I take one last look at the room before sprinting off to the library. I, of course, know the history of the devil's trap, but there are some things that I still cannot figure out. They are most commonly

Perhaps he just resembles someone else, that's all. After finishing my meal, I went to my room, sat at my desk, and opened my computer. I checked F******k for any messages or requests and found one from Alessa. "I'll call you in 5." I furrowed my brow. In five what? Hours, minutes, seconds? Assuming it meant seconds, I saw she was inviting me to a video chat. I replied immediately. "I bet Karina finally released you," she started once connected. She sat at her desk, filing her nails.