Ahs Devil's Night Novels & Stories

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

Akshara was a little messy in her mind that she couldn’t understand any words as Dev was so hot by her side who had been provoking her deep desires. “When we mate, it will release my dragon spirits from my body, that will shoot into sky and burst like stars shower that is visible to everyone’s eyes.” “Oh, that explains why you prefer to do in our dreams than in real.” “You talk too much; let’s make out more before sun sets fully.” “Why mention sun?” “We have a garden to recreate after sun sets.” “Who will build a garden at nightfall?” Akshara giggled and his silvery hair disturbed her so much, “Uh, Devil, I don’t like your long hair. Make it short.”

Aahva nodded, and he left his room, then returned to the healing room. “What happened when you are in the middle of the road?” “We attacked by a devil in a human form.” “Devil?” "Yes, Abelard stabbed that devil with his sword, but that devil also stabbed him in the stomach.” “And you know, dad? I had to use it.” Aahva took a deep breath as he turned around and rubbed his face a few times. “That’s okay! It’s an emergency.” “And where did you meet that devil?” “About three kilos to the east.”

Author pov People are tragically, gloriously mistaken to think that humans are the highest form of life and the only beings that live on our planet. But they forget to acknowledge the fact that there are devils in the form of humans living with us. The first night Alessia Rivera met Dante Moretti, she should have known he was trouble. The kind of man who looked like sin dressed in a tailored suit. The kind of man mothers warned their daughters about. But she hadn’t listened. Maybe she couldn’t.

It was an early morning with sun rays penetrating into a storey building in which a certain hunk of a man was sleeping on his bed with over 5 hot babes over him.It was obvious that he had served them good because they all wore that satisfactory smile of blossomed women. The man who could satisfy 5 women in one night had to be a god or simply the Devil.It was no one else but the devious and handsome Asmodeus,the Devil and king of hell.He was relaxing in the embrace of all these women until something hit him.He just remembered what today was.This was supposed to be his first day as Maria's boss.He rose from the bed that instant breaking free of the firm hold of the ladies who had seen what he

This strange man only wore a smug grin before snapping his fingers and sending them all to crash on the ground. He dropped down dramatically, a gust of wind whirling around him as a diabolic aura hovered over him. "I am the king of darkness, the devil." His voice was deep and contemptible as it should be. "And what is it you want from us?" Egon asked, not intimidated by how evil radiated from Azazel. "I can help you get Maris back if you help me defeat Dracula." The devil stated, the corners of his lips turning upwards in a sly smile.

His chest was broad, sculpted, covered in a pattern of dark tattoos I had never seen before, tribal markings that seemed to move in the moonlight. And on his left pec, over his heart, was a scar. A long, jagged scar that looked like it had been made by claws. I stared at it. He caught me looking. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep. I looked away, my face burning. "I was thirsty." "There's water in your room." "I needed to move. I couldn't sleep." "Nightmares?" he asked, stepping into the kitchen. His bare feet crunched on the broken glass. He didn't flinch. "Welcome to my world."

“Mirabella Antonio, you fucking come to me before I come for you myself. I can't fucking erase the picture of having your tight little pussy wrapped around my hard cock.” “Fuck, I hope no one has tainted her innocence. I'm going to take everything all at once," a smile of satisfaction creeped on his face making him look even more dangerous. *** The Devil’s Den – That Night Out front, The Devil’s Den looked like a crown jewel on a dark street. Very huge and tall building with sleek and shiny black marble exterior. Thin red and blue neon letters that pulsed like a heartbeat. A velvet rope guarded the entrance, men in tailored suits and elegant women flanking it like statues.

Ignoring him, I continued blinded by the gruesome anticipation of pain. I promised him a slow painful death and I am a man of my word. ➛ "Angelo was not working alone." Abel declares, jamming his hands in his pockets. Prince walks out of the warehouse as he pulls out a cigarette from his pack, sliding the pack back into his jacket then lights it up, he inhales the red cherry blaring bright then pulls the cigarette from his mouth as he puffs out the smoke.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.