Cruel Devil Novelas e Histórias

how could he did that to a woman… being pregnant. “We haven't had the chance to call Rodrigo yet… the name of Devanna's mate, we got news… because of bleeding, she was being treated at the pack doctor's clinic. The neighbor saw Devanna was walking out of her home... crawling ... she was covered in blood. From a neighbor's account, Devanna had muttered that Rodrigo had kicked her very hard in the stomach…. Rodrigo was still sleeping and smelled of alcohol. When Devanna was helped, she soon lost consciousness… she was treated for seven days in a clinic owned by a doctor's pack. I told Alpha Remus, that Devanna was my Erasthai… I asked him to punish Rodrigo… and he happily did it. He beheaded R

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Clarissa’s pain was something that tortured me every day. “What do you want then?” I asked, brushing off her comment. “To mock me for my failures? I’m sorry that I wasn’t as successful as you. I’m not some perfect Silver Saintess, fixing her wrongs with just one timeline and creating ground-breaking changes. I’m just… I’m a Devil, okay? A product of your own cursed legacy. And a Devil does whatever they have to, no matter the cost. We fight for our survival in a world that wants us dead.”

He seemed to enjoy my bold spirit. “Vile? Is that what you think of me princess?” he asked, his eyes showing a flash of interest as if he actually cared what I thought of him. “Well you are literally the devil. The king of hell and source of all evil in the world. Why should I think differently?” I said glaring at him.

the devil said, placing the poker in her hand and guiding the red, yellow, orange, white to her beloved’s sobbing, gaping wounds. That’s when Harrow woke, and bellowed, and cried. When flesh sizzled and spit and bubbled black. When Corrompero struck him once, twice, the mouth bloody, his teeth knocked loose, before lying over him to pin him down and keep him still. And, trapped by the devil’s bulk, he screamed silent, the pain too great for sound, then stopped, sudden and quick, his breath held, his eyes too wide and then closing, his wounds smoking and swollen and red, the blood stopped.

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

His gaze flickered from my neck to my eyes, and the moment the words left my lips, a slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. "Then I will touch you, little rose. I will ruin you. Make you mine. I will unravel you piece by piece until pleasure is all you know." Devil. That was the only word that came to mind as I stared at Alaric. He was the devil— the kind who whispered tempting things, making it impossible to resist, making you crave him even when you knew you shouldn't. ‘Stay away from the devil. He is dangerous. He is horrible and cruel. If you give in to his temptations, your body and soul will be his. You can't run from him because, in the end, he always takes what belongs to him.

Because it just dawned on me that this is not my innocent Catalina. Maybe at one point, she was the woman I'd imagined her to be but not anymore. For someone to be so at ease with a dead body beneath them means this isn't their first, second, or even third time to kill. She's done it before. A part of her even enjoys doing it. This is who she is. She's the she-devil.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.