Devil Reina Novels & Stories

"And when you get close to Adrian?" I closed my eyes and let the woman I was becoming take shape in the darkness, someone beautiful enough to catch Adrian's attention, someone smart enough to play his games, someone ruthless enough to win. "Reina Vale," I said softly. "And she's going to make Adrian Thorne wish he'd never been born."

“Isn’t that right, darling?” All the security I felt was thrown out the window as his cold voice washed over me. I opened my mouth to respond, but Viktor beat me to it. “A human Luna.” He clicked his tongue. “Unusual. The pack will definitely talk.” “The pack can talk all they want.” Luca said, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. “My choice is not up for discussion.” The air shifted around us, as if there was an invisible force. Viktor smiled, forcefully, revealing his sharp teeth. “Of course. My apologies. Welcome to the family, Mrs Moretti.”

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

Deviana recognized him vaguely—she’d glimpsed him once at a business event. “I’m Reyhan,” he said shortly. “Someone who’s also tired of Leviana’s dirty games.” Deviana’s mouth fell open. “You… you’ve been watching me?” “I’ve been watching them,” Reyhan corrected. “And I know you’re the only one brave enough to fight. That’s why I couldn’t let you die up here.” Tears pricked at Deviana’s eyes. Her voice shook. “I… I nearly gave up. If you hadn’t come—”

The very woman who had just smashed a glass on my head. “Wicked snake!” Mina raged, her hand trembling as she pressed harder on the cloth. “She’s evil, Reina. Evil! If the moon goddess had any justice in her, Seraphina would rot in the ground with worms crawling out of her eyes. That’s what she deserves!” “Mina—” I tried to quiet her, but she wasn’t done.

In one fluid motion, he crossed the room and slammed Veronica against the wall, his hand gripping her throat with frightening force. She gasped, her hands clawing at his, but his grip was unyielding. “Never raise your voice at me,” he growled, his voice low and deadly. “You do not control me. You do not tell me what to do. I am the Devil. I am Dominique Blackwood. No one tells me what to do.” His grip tightened for a brief, terrifying moment before he released her, letting her crumble to the floor, choking and gasping for air.

ALAN I watch all color drain from her face. Her eyes are laser focused on the stairs, her body trembling from my son’s rejection. I take the time to properly watch her. Button nose, blue-green expressive eyes, heart-shaped lips, thick brows and lashes… Reina Summers is no doubt the prettiest little thing I’ve seen in a while. A pure sight for sore eyes. Her hand goes through her long, pale-blonde hair which spills over her shoulder in loose, careless waves. She says something to me. I don’t register. Her worried gaze returns to the stairs.

Riccardo stared into the cameras, his eyes full of hate. "It's a setup!" he roared. "It was that woman! Liliana Falcone! She's alive!" The reporters exchanged confused looks. Liliana Falcone? The mafia princess who died in a fire three years ago? "Mr. Moretti, are you referring to Ms. Seraphina?" one reporter asked. "She IS Liliana!" Riccardo screamed, his voice cracking. "She faked her death! She came back to destroy us all!" The reporters scribbled it all down, capturing the last ravings of a broken man.

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. "No, Nekane. I'm the Reaper Queen and a Death Goddess. I will not run and hide, I will fight and destroy my enemy," I decreed as I called my scythe and felt the black smoke roll across my flesh making a black cloak. I was a kick ass female reaper and Nekane nodded his head doing what I'd done. We were awesome together and I held his hand as we vanished to reap his brother.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.