All Chapters of The Black Devil Omegaverse : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

"Here. This will do for what I need." Agent stopped Nickel beside a small trickle of a stream.Here the woods were quiet. Deeply quiet in a way that had nothing to do with actual sounds but more to do with the energy of the space. This was an ancient place, untouched for such a long time. There weren't many places like this left on the other side of the world where the toms lived. But here in the Hare lands, they were plentiful. That was the difference when a race held the old magicks of the gods sacred.Agent knelt and cupped some water from the stream into his hands. He sipped it, feeling the purity of its source filling his mouth. This place was so perfect, it was suspicious. Not that Nickel would know that. He had no idea he was about to become a playing piece in the Last Game. It was better that way. Agent couldn't bear it if he fought him."I instructed the son to clean the wound and keep the Blonde-fur comfortable until he could be of use to you." Nickel had bent down with reve

Wound was sick.No, more than sick. He was dying. Gran didn't like to think about it like that, but it was the truth. His beloved Demon was fading away right before his eyes.It wasn't happening fast. It had been a creeping sort of fade so far. Wound returned from helping the new gods, but he hadn't been quite right. He'd slept for a long time. When he woke up, there was less of him.Gran had tried feeding him and then giving him lots of his special sweet tea. Wound loved that sweet tea. He hadn't had it before Gran came to live with him. It wasn't a thing Demons made. And it involved melting a whole bucket of snow, something Wound hated doing.Wound was sleeping again, claiming that being full of Gran's home cooking and sweet tea made him drowsy. It wasn't true at all. Usually, a full belly made Gran's beloved Demon horny and he claimed burning off all the calories with enthusiastic sex kept him slim.Gran sat beside the bed in his favorite rocking chair, knitting a sweater for Wound

Concentrating was starting to get boring, but Spitfire had to keep doing it if he wanted this bridge to be completed anytime soon.After a lazy night of fucking Guru and introducing him to Cosmo, the new Black Devil was starting the process of acclimating to his new life. He'd made a trip to the Underworld early this morning with Cosmo while Guru slept. They'd gone over how to construct a permanent bridge between the Underworld and Spitfire's home in the living world. Spitfire had made a few changes to the design Cosmo had stored in his star-filled memory. Spitfire was not about to have a bridge that his mates were likely to be crossing - as well as their kits - be constructed in the sloppy, wobbly style King had used.A trip back to check Guru's extensive library and Spitfire found a book on architecture featuring several styles of bridges that were more stable and easy to travel. Another couple of hours of planning and they were ready to do the long, boring spell to weave the bridge

Doll clutched Lexi's fur more for comfort than any actual fear of falling. He was snug, being held in no less than four of the Demon's many limbs. He glanced down just in time to see some of the buildings crumble and cracks appear in the streets. Must be another auric wave.He had to know. The no-fur scrambled enough out of the Demon's grip to peer over his shoulder to look back. His heart almost stopped. Their home was gone, just a bunch of rubble."Relax, little Doll, I can still sense him," Lexi reassured, probably because he had gotten the brunt of Doll's agonized scream. "You would too if you didn't have so much being asked of you right now. He's pissed, though. He's had that lamp forever."Doll slid down. "He does love his shiny things."He needed to slow his heart rate. Doll remembered something about breathing and staying calm when it was time to give birth from his time living in Liam's family stable. He didn't want to endanger the kits.Kits... How many were down there and i

Arriving after three of the kits had been born, Spitfire took a moment to check on them before he grabbed Doll's hand and leaned close to talk to him."Look at how good you're doing, sweetheart. Three of our kits are already in the world." Spitfire stroked Doll's sweaty hair. "I know, this is awful. It feels like it will never end, but you are nearly done."The new Black Devil turned to look at Ink, who was acting as the birthing doctor. "How many more are there? He is nearly done, right?""There's at least one more. But without an ultrasound, I can't say for sure." Ink replied, already coaxing out a fourth kit."Little one so big." Doll sounded exhausted. He leaned his head against Spitfire. "But he looks just like Guru, my beloved. Only completely White-fur and with my copper eyes. He's gonna be trouble. This one is kicking a lot but much smaller.""They're all going to be trouble, I think." Spitfire nuzzled the side of Doll's face. The thundering sounds of battle from outside were