Cherreads

Harry Potter: Satan? Nah, Just My Family Crest

larsen051
"What bloodline did you say you have again? A red dragon?" "Yes, the Red Dragon." The wizard jabbed a trembling finger at the ancient crest embroidered on Ethan's robes—a colossal, seven-headed serpent wreathed in flames, crowned with horns and dripping venom. "You call that a red dragon?" Ethan tilted his head with perfect innocence. "Of course. Red dragon, red dragon—looks exactly right to me." The man's face turned the color of old parchment. "Don't play dumb, boy! We wizards read the Bible too! That's no dragon—that's the bloody incarnation of Satan himself!" Ethan Jones blinked, utterly unfazed. "Satan? Really? Huh. Well... is it at least a cool-looking dragon? Red enough for you?" ======================================= Gain access to 30 new chapters ahead at: patreon.com/redofic it will not show in google search , so directly type/paste link
Table of contents
Latest Updates

The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”
Angelica2511 · 230.4k Views