Ahs Devil's Night Novels & Stories

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Ashely turned to me with a frown. "Oh....she knows us alright ..." Damian the devil's minion said stabbing his food without looking up. "What do you mean?" Ashley looked at me briefly before turning to the boys "Nothing Damian talks to himself sometimes " i am trying hard not to crush his insides right now. He looked at me as if i was crazy but didn't say a word i think my glare worked. "You know what, Ash I'll catch you later okay?" I kissed her cheeks as i walked out of the lunch hall looks like my day just got pissed on by four hot boys. Trust me when i say it really hurts me to admit that they are actually hot.

Even though she didn't remember anything about Ashley, she could still say that Ashley was her sister by soul. After having a good chat they had dinner both the girls decided to sleep early and go to shopping the next day. ... Devian didn't sleep well last night yet he was not down. He got up as early as possible and left the Lyle Mansion. Even his special assistant Dean didn't know where his director was heading to. From when his director has got Arien by his side he has been getting missing almost everyday. It was only 5th day and yet he was again missing for maybe 7th time.

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.

Ashley's POV: I slowly come to my senses, finally waking up with a heavy pain weighing my body down… I blink… then blink again, until the room comes into view, and it still takes me a few minutes to remember where I am, and how my life is playing a prank on me. It takes another few moments of me staring at the roof, to realize my exact location… the Devil's dungeon!!! ‘Oh God! I have to leave… I have to leave now!!’

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

ALISSA’S POV I had no idea what happened; one minute I was enjoying the party like Russo asked me to, this time alone. I made sure to stay away from those demonic women before I ended up throwing their asses in a pool or something, and the next morning, Russo would be punishing me. I was desperately trying not to think of Russo’s words too. I’ve learned to hold things that come from that man like a pinch of salt. He was playing games he was very good at, and I would stay the fuck out of it.

Tessa’s breath hitched. Zayne chuckled, shifting gears. "Hear that, princess? The devil’s waiting." The car sped into the night.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

She should be. My phone buzzes. I don't have time to look at it, my hands need to be ready to greet my foe as we stroll out of the elevator, diamonds flashing with just a hint of gun. Whatever it is can wait. "Haz!" Devil D. shouts from across the room. "Come meet my associates," he waves at the gaggle of Ms. Cherry's girls sitting half dressed at a poker table. "Let's deal you in." Nodding, I take me a seat as I turn to my group and ask Lisa to pour me a double.