White She Devil Novels & Stories

Sienna declared as she stood behind Athena, her gun pressed into the back of her head. It shouldn’t be possible, I had Sienna pinned down underneath me and yet, I could see her clearly in front of me. Due to my distraction, the Sienna I had pinned under me shoved me off her, causing me to fall off the stairs leading to the altar. “You thought I would go down that easily?” The Sienna behind Athena questioned as she nudged at Athena to move. “Why are you doing this?” I questioned as I stood to my feet. She cackled, her eyes filled with fury. “If you had done what I said earlier about sending her back then I wouldn't have done this” she spat out as the fake Sienna vanished into thin air.

“And what happened after? He protected her. Stood over her like she was worth more than the blood you bled. Tell me—did any of you feel protected tonight?” A few heads shook, shoulders stiff with resentment. “Exactly.” Luca leaned forward, his voice low but carrying. “Dante was blinded. And blindness kills quicker than bullets. While he bleeds for her, you bleed for him. And she? She doesn’t even have to lift a knife.” The whispers thickened, heavier now. “She’s cursed.” “A witch.” “Since she came, death follows.” Luca’s smirk deepened. “You want to know what she really is?” He set his glass down with a sharp clink. “She is the Devil’s Bride. And brides… they destroy their grooms.”

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

Shivering violently from head to toe, she whispered with venom, "How can you be so utterly vile? I have never seen a soulless bastard like you in my entire life. How can anyone stoop this low? You aren't a human... you are a cruel demon in a human's disguise." Dev stared at her in absolute amazement. Even in this fragile state of mind, she was boldly cursing him to his face.

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

​The blood drained from my face, rushing to my ears with a roaring sound. ​Feminine. ​General Vesh, the White Demon, the butcher of the Crimson Court... was a woman. ​I gripped the wooden edge of the supply wagon so hard the wood splintered beneath my fingers. A female warlord leading the most ruthless mercenary company in the world. It was unheard of. It defied every law of pack dynamics. ​She took a sip from the mug, the firelight catching the curve of her lips. A small, tired sigh escaped her.