Novel & Cerita Craft Stories I Wrote For The Devil

The child can already wield the Rift. The child could command the dead and the living. His memory twists, showing him stumbling into a gate of black smoke, whispering the words that will doom them all: “The Devil’s heir is coming.” He falls unconscious. ⸻ Back in Aunt Dee’s Realm… Sarai Collapses The link snaps so violently Sarai screams. Aunt Dee appears instantly, magic crackling around her. Sarai’s eyes roll back as the last of the traitor’s fear floods her mind — sharp, acidic, unmistakable.

"The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn. ############## Coincidentally, a man stood under the setting sun, his hands covered in human blood, and his clothes were dripping blood. His pitch black hair fell on his face, and his eyes stared at the lifeless body lying in the

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

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.”

I don't deserve this man in my life but somehow here he was completely devoted and ready to believe anything I say to him. I told him the whole story. From Lucifer having his men kidnap me, to the awkward dinners. About Phenex and Azazel. The way Lillith had helped me escape and how Syrus had come along to save me from Moloch. I left out everything about the night I had spent with Damien, I knew I would eventually have to tell him but I had already hurt him once since I had been here and I couldn't stand the thought that those details may end up hurting him again.

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.”

Kat POV I had heard the stories of men who turned into beasts on nights where the full moon is high in the sky. Stupid stories filled with tales of curses and blood oaths with the devil, no doubt embellished by the old gypsy fortunetellers who told the tales from the darkness of the alleys in Rome. I had never once thought to believe any of them, filing them away securely as one of the many myths old ladies tell to keep the young girls wary of men.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

But for the innocent souls of the animals in this realm, every hour is tormenting as they are hunted mercilessly. Devians followed the custom in giving thanks to their maker, and they believed it was a way to keep the strength and power of the succeeding ruler as well as the survival of their kind. ‘For the balance of the world must endure, where there is birth there must be death.’ A scripture Camilla read, engraved on every figure found in the palace.

His frame towering over her. She lowered her gaze, unable to stand those alluring eyes of his. He placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting her head and her gaze to meet with his. "Too late. You signed. You're mine little dove," Scott said, his deep voice low and menacing.