Rebel In Devil's Shackle Novels & Stories

In her eyes, I was less desirable already. Testing the zip ties on my wrists, I realized I wouldn't be able to break them unless I shifted. I drew my knees up to pluck at the rope wrapped around my ankles, but my fingers weren't strong enough to take the knots apart. I was as helpless as all the other women lining the hallway to the door of what had to be The Devil's Lair. The heavy wooden door looked solid and intact which surprised me more than it should have. I knew The Devil was supposed to be chained in his chambers. He was said to savage some of the virgins offered to him. He couldn't be too violent behind such a beautiful door, right?

A crack appeared, signaling the weakening of the barrier. Petra, now on the ground, her eyes barely open, witnessed the incredible transformation. The devil, taken aback, exclaimed, "How are you able to use your powers? I specifically prepared this lair with your aura signature to prevent you from using any powers here. But no matter, I think it’s time for some action." With another powerful punch from Zack, the barrier shattered completely. The devil, realizing his precarious situation, picked up the child, intending to finish him off first. As Zack approached, his voice thundered, "Let him go!"

One day, I’ll take revenge on everyone who wronged me. “I sold myself to the devil to survive. Now, I’ll use the devil’s name to bury you all.” I stare at the list of names, my fingers tightening around the pen until my knuckles turn white. Just writing them down feels like summoning ghosts I swore I’d never see again. They thought I’d vanish. That I’d crumble. But I’m still here. And I’ve aligned myself with a monster far more dangerous than any of them. A knock on the door breaks my thoughts. I quickly fold the paper and slip it into the drawer.

Audrey asked, curious to know more. "The devil doesn't bargains, and as possessive and envious as he is, he wasn't willing to just walk away just because God said so" he said, "because he had most of the humans on his side 'cause they where his after all from selling their souls, he formed minions to rebel against God's orders"

"Your parents have passed down the same myth to you that women do not matter much in the Mafia world. I was only correcting what you had learned." "Answer this. Who is the world's best manipulator?" What the hell was with that question? "The Devil." In all of the mythology told, no one did the manipulation like The Devil. He laughed, coming closer to me and bending so we were staring directly into each other's faces. However, his gaze seemed to mostly linger on my lips than any other part of my face. "Smart guess, Chocolate but you're wrong. A woman is the world's best manipulator. Her intelligence can turn a man's strength against him."

She was a prisoner of her choices, of the past she could never erase, and of the twisted world surrounding her—yet still, she refused to let them see her break. The rag in her hands was soaked, her knees stung from kneeling on the wet floor, and yet her eyes, hidden beneath her hair, burned with the fire of unspoken defiance. Even in this filth, even under the sight of these men, Isabella Crater would not bow to fear. She would endure. She would survive. And someday, the debts owed to her soul would be paid—one way or another.

Something that looked almost like conflict. "Not here," he said. "And not now. But I will tell you. That's a promise." I didn't know why I believed him. I had every reason not to. This man had murdered someone in cold blood, kidnapped me from a wedding, dragged me into a world I wanted nothing to do with, and spent the better part of two days making me feel things I wasn't equipped to handle. But I believed him anyway. Which probably meant I was losing my mind. "Valetti." A younger man materialized beside us, lean and dark-eyed, with the tightly-wound energy of someone waiting for permission to detonate. He glanced at me briefly, then back to Silas. "Phoenix is ready."

This Devil have never been learned his lesson, and was only trying to make him confuse. He let aside anything, and put his grudge to the Devil in his heart and mind. He roared, “You shall never live, you shall die in my hands, you Devil!” Hez suddenly burst into action, and lead the shadowy figure to surround the Devil. There's no escape path for the Devil, and Hez could only grinned. The Devil was so highly, yet who knows if he will think to escape? Hez was trying to put him into place, he was good as dust that turned bloody chunk of flesh.

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓