Cruel Devil Novels & Stories

“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

Its blue eyes glowed red in anger, a rage that went far beyond the natural animal kind. Before I even managed to take a step in her direction, the wolf pounced, not at me, but at the door. Within mere seconds, he was shifting; fur was retracting, bones snapped into place, and the creature vanished. A couple of seconds later, Luca Moretti stood there, completely human again, yet completely nude, sweaty, and bleeding. Yet those eyes were still crazed. Nicolas entered the room through another door, pointing a gun and holding a robe in the other hand.

"No... you are even more cruel than the devil, and you call us cruel? You fool..." The great general felt that they were no more cruel than humans, but it turned out that there were those who were more cruel, cunning, and insane than them, the devils. When he thought about losing because of the appearance of one young man, his heart did not want to die because of it, but in the end, he died from a powerful attack that he could not avoid. BOOOOOMMM...

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "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.

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

The little girl was running full-time to chase a brown dog that was running fast in front of her. "Helio! Don't run again!" She shouted typical of a child. Angel rounded hers eyes when she saw the little girl's dog running across the road. Hers gaze then diverted to the owner of the dog. She couldn't help but hold back. Angel immediately got up from hers seat and ran after the little girl who also wanted to cross the highway following her dog without noticing if from the opposite direction there were many cars that would soon pass.

“I've helped you get the immortality you desire, and now I'm helping you again, controlling Barbara so that she can kill the victims that you will make sacrifices for me.” Reksa stepped forward, approaching Hugo with a breath that smelled like a mixture of sulfur and wet tar. The devil gripped the Cursed's shoulder, making him grit his teeth in the pain and heat from Reksa's hands. Within seconds, Reksa's form was no longer human, but like a real devil, flaming red and black. Hugo's shoulders slowly smoked, but not the slightest sign of fire could come out.

I tapped the screen lightly. “This—” I pointed at the fluctuation. “—this is neural activity.” Aiden didn’t speak. I could feel his attention sharpen. I turned back to the screen. “Something triggered it,” I continued. “Or something stopped suppressing it.” “Suppressing?” he repeated. I exhaled slowly. “Everything about this system is designed to keep him stable,” I said. “Too stable. Controlled.” “And?” Aiden pushed. “And this…” I gestured at the spike. “This breaks that control.”

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

When I looked into his eyes, I could swear that I saw red swim in them, the cold flames of hell seeping through them. Everything about him screamed danger and told me to run as far away from him as possible because he was going to break me. He appeared calculated and unapologetically cruel, with a handsome face, a drool-worthy body, and a playful glint that carefully lured one to its death. He was what I would term a frisky devil. A very dangerous one. Why does a devil like him have a mate? And why did it have to be me, of all people? These questions kept swimming in my mind, adding to my headache.