Breach The Devil Within Novels & Stories

Sasha’s POV. “What’s your name?” the devil asked, breaking the long silence that reigned after my demand. I pretended not to hear him. “You’re not deaf, are you?” “What do you need my name for?” I spat, unfolding my arms. “I do not answer to you, remember? You’re just my possession.” Right. You should yank it out of my mouth, then. “So do you have a name or not? Don’t test my patience,” he growled.

The child's body became more wounded and her body was full of blood because of the wound caused by the devil on the child's body. "Ahhhhhhhhh ....! Ahhhhhh ....! Ahhhh ....!" Repeated screams of the girl because of the pain that frightened everyone outside. The man was still doing what he was doing and praying over and over. "This body is mine ...! Her soul is mine ..! The devil shouted." "You can't take that girl.!" The man cried out and resumed her prayer. The devil is already in pain so he loses his mind and tries to get out of bondage. The wind in the room grew stronger and the rope on the child's hand was removed.

the precarious devil inside him took its first breath. That devil……who was going to shred his own deliverance irrecoverably.

Shadows dragged back to his skin, forced into submission. Apollo stopped inches away. The Devil’s presence swamped him—heat, smoke, and memory. Every breath tasted of Adelaide, of sin, of defeat. He could taste what they had done, burned into every breath. It felt like breathing sacrilege. Caelum’s chest tightened with humiliation and longing. The Devil crouched.

He refuses to answer me, which tells me everything I need to know. There’s one thing I’ve learned about demons during the time I’ve had to creep around this godforsaken hell-hole. They’re fucking dumb. Childish, even. Unable to estimate the ripple effect of their actions. “You’ve reneged on your end of the bargain. You touched Layla. You hurt her, you sick fuck. We’re done.” “You’ll never be free of me.” “You’ll never be strong enough to break me.” Like I said, I’ve lasted way longer than any of the men who’ve come before me.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

King Oliver announced. “Devil Pact?” Lily asked with a raised brow. “Yes. Now, Evander Maclay will tell you about the Devil pact,” King Oliver proclaimed. Beside King’s throne a man was standing who came forward. He was quite old with thick glasses over his eyes. “A Devil pact is an agreement between a human and a Devil in which the two have to keep with the terms. Failed to do so can result in the immediate death of the human if he/she breaks the pact and if the Devil breaks the pact then he/she will be sent to Hell and punished there,” Evander stated.

The voice’s words faded, and Monique’s smile faltered. "Umm, I tried to stop it for a very long time. But what does it matter? She’s still the special one, right?" Monique made me steadily crawl away. She looked so crazy that I realized I needed to get away from these crazy entities. "No! The black devil wanted her to be his forever, but no, she is someone else’s forever. You have broken the deal, but at least you let us pass through your realm. For that, you must be rewarded." The devil’s voice caused a shine to reach her, and she began to scream.

“This young devil was idealistic, he wanted the ceaseless violence that seemed to dominate the world to stop, and he thought that the deviless could help with it. But the devil clan had one rule; never dabble in the affairs of the mortal world. They were merely there to reap the souls, not stop mortals from dying. Death is part of life. It's the order of things.” “The devil wanted to use the deviless to realize his ambition of uniting all the races of the world so death wouldn't happen by violence, but the deviless, no matter how fond she was of him, wouldn't agree to help him. This made the devil warrior mad. The love between them started to deteriorate as the devil got harsher in his insis

Then the words came, low and rough, like they’d been dragged from somewhere deep and buried. “My mother was killed when I was fourteen,” he said. “Conti hit. They wanted to send a message to my father about territory. She was caught in the crossfire, wrong place, wrong time. Or maybe exactly the right place if you were them.” His voice cracked on the last word, the first real fracture she’d ever heard in it. “I found her. Still warm. Eyes open like she was waiting for me to do something. That’s when I became this.” He gestured vaguely at himself, at the blood on his knuckles. “The devil they all whisper about. Because the only way to survive was to become worse than what took her.”