I was born to kill angels. Now I’d raze both Heaven and Hell to protect one.

While mortals scratched their first words into clay tablets, I was already knee-deep in angel blood.

I am Nephithar, Hell’s most feared general—the Devil’s own creation, forged in the heart of the abyss for one purpose: war.

My name is a curse on angel tongues, my legend painted in divine gore. I take pleasure in battle, in the chaos of slaughter, in the soft rustle of angel feathers torn from broken wings—trophies I’ve hoarded like sacred relics.

But then I saw them.

Damaged wings, glimmering in Hell’s gloom with a silvery lilac hue. An angel. Broken. Beautiful. And suddenly, none of my victories mattered.

I wanted those wings. I wanted her.

Every rule I was born to enforce no longer matters. I would defy the orders of the Devil himself for another glimpse—another touch. I was made for war, but I’m starting one of my own.

For her.

He’ll never be the hero, but I might be damned to love him anyway.

My life was quiet, boring, even. I liked it that way—until everything burned. Turns out the Underworld has a bit of a problem: too many damned souls and not enough space to store them. Their solution? Recruit half-human hybrids like me to help clean house. I didn’t ask to be part angel and part demon. I definitely didn’t ask to be conscripted into a supernatural war.

And I really didn’t ask for Ashtaroth. He’s one of Hell’s oldest archdemons—lethal, ancient and way too invested in my survival.

Now we’re forced to work together—me, the reluctant recruit, and him, the monster who might be falling for me. Or maybe he’s just waiting to devour me whole.

I don’t know what’s worse: the horrors of Hell… or how much I want the villain in charge of it.

I was just supposed to survive Hell—not crave the succubus holding my leash.

I grew up on the streets, where survival meant keeping your head down and your feelings buried deep. I didn’t have the luxury of wanting anything—not food, not safety, and definitely not love.

Then I got dragged to Hell.

Turns out, I was a Cambion—half-demon, half-human, and useful enough that someone decided I needed “training.” I thought I was holding my own pretty well... until she showed up.

Naamah. A succubus with curly hair, too much attitude, and a tail that never stopped getting in my damn business. She was supposed to seduce me. Distract me. Hell, maybe even break me. And yeah, maybe she did—just not the way either of us expected.

Because I can’t stop thinking about her. About that sharp tongue. That smirk. The way she calls me pet like she owns me—and the sick part is, some piece of me likes it. Wants more of it—of her.

We spent months chained together, her holding the leash, me pretending I wasn’t already halfway tamed. Now, we’re free to walk away. That’s what we both wanted… Right?

In 1967, the demon Nephithar and the angel Syriniana bring holiday magic to a small town, blending heartwarming moments and sizzling passion as they help a struggling family business during the season of giving.

Today, Lana transforms the archdemon Ashtaroth's foreboding castle in Hell into a winter wonderland – with a little help from the mischievous baby imp Puck. Dinners in Hell are a fiery affair, and this Christmas Eve is no different. Heartfelt, steamy, and perfect for a quick escape, this The Rivers of Hell novelette delivers the ideal dose of Christmas joy.

Kevin, Hell's most chaotic charmer, just wants to give his succubus lover, Naamah, the perfect Valentine's Day gift. His solution? A daring mission to steal The Heart of Eros, a priceless relic said to embody eternal passion. Romantic? Sure. Reckless? Absolutely.

But before Kevin can sneak off on his grand gesture, Naamah catches him in the act – and there's no way she's letting him have all the fun alone. Filled with spice, laughter, and a dash of chaos, A Hellish Valentine's Day is a cozy, steamy romp that proves love really is Hell – especially when Kevin's involved.

I would’ve burned the stars for Ithuriel once. Now? I want to watch him fall.

Centuries ago, he left me to rot in the dark—righteous, untouchable, pretending he didn’t know how I was suffering. But the angels are crawling out of Heaven to seal the rift between Hell and the human world… and I see my chance.

This time, he’ll suffer.

And if I have to use our Nephilim companion, Jessica, to make that happen? Even better. She’s strong, beautiful, caught between light and shadow—just like I used to be. I never meant to want her. I never meant to want both of them.

However, somewhere in the blood-soaked depths of the Malebolge, between demons and damnation, everything starts to shift. Temptation was supposed to be my weapon. I never expected it to feel like redemption.

With Heaven and Hell closing in and betrayal waiting at every turn, I have to decide what’s more dangerous—this mission or the desire that’s tearing me apart.

When Jessica hears about the annual Infernal Masquerade—a decadent Halloween bash thrown by succubi and incubi—she expects flirtation, spectacle, and maybe a little chaos.

She doesn't expect to bite into an enchanted candy apple that unleashes her deepest dominant urges… and leaves her burning for release. Luckily, she's not alone. Her angel lovers—sweet, innocent Ithuriel and unapologetically charismatic Sariel—are more than happy to become her willing pets for the night.

Wickedly fun, deliciously steamy, and perfect for a quick escape, this Halloween special turns tricks into treats in the most sinful way possible.

I watch her from the shadows, veiled by night. When the sky turns obsidian and she lets down her guard, I'm there. Silent. Waiting. Lurking... from under her bed?

My name is Aim—demon lord, spymaster, and the most dangerous voyeur in the British suburbs. I've toppled kingdoms and gathered secrets that could start wars. But somehow, I've ended up hiding beneath a mortal's IKEA furniture.

I saw her by chance—brown curls catching the twilight, sparkling gray eyes full of mischief and light. She didn't know that one accidental touch would mark her. That I'd claim her. That I'd haunt her. Sweet Amy has no idea her quiet little life just became the target of Hell's most relentless shadow.

He stole my body, but it's my heart he wants to keep.

I swore I'd never let another man break me—not after the hell I've already survived. But Asmodeus didn't give me a choice. He took me, claimed me, and bound me to a future I never asked for.

One of Hell's most feared archdemons, he's cruel, possessive, and infuriatingly determined to make me his.

I should hate him. Some days I do. But then I see the cracks in his armor—the father who doesn't know how to love, the monster who can't stop destroying what he wants to protect.

They say the River of Woe drowns everything it touches in grief. Maybe that's true. Or maybe it's teaching me that love can take root even in sorrow… even if it costs me my soul.

I built The Sanctum to worship want.

A pleasure house in the depths of Hell, where desire is stripped bare and indulgence is holy. Behind velvet curtains and candlelight, demons come to indulge… and I feed.

Then Fyrn walks in. A satyress, she’s barely contained wildness wrapped in defiance.

She doesn’t lower her gaze when I look at her. Doesn’t soften when I let my power brush close. She teases instead of submitting. And the more she refuses me, the deeper my obsession sinks—until I’m no longer certain whether I’m hunting her… or circling something far more dangerous.

Because in Hell, lust is my domain.

And wanting what won’t kneel may be the one sin I can’t afford.