Cruel Devil Novels & Stories

His terrible face was full of pride. "I've carefully cultivated the four of you in order to leave a way out for myself. I didn't expect me to have reached this stage." The old man in blood-red robe chuckled. All the creatures in the world were his sources of energy, and the four people who had been following him were no exception. This was how devils were. They were ruthless and devoid of humanity. They fed on all living things in the world and absorbed resentment between heaven and earth to strengthen themselves. Previously, someone might not understand the definition of the devil, but at this moment, absorbing the blood of his four trusted subordinates was enough to show how horrible and r

Saint swallowed hard before continuing in his mind, "Lucas, first impressions matter a lot! And hurting your mate is that first f*cking impression of yours. Don't you think this act of yours is not just hurting our mate physically but also mentally. Lucas, you know this very well that people call you a walking devil. But in reality, it's just the two of us who know what you actually are. You are not that cruel, cold or ruthless and also those harsh words that people rub you with. The world has painted a cruel and dark picture of yours. They have shown you as a creature of death who would beat anyone up, kill anyone down just for his own satisfaction. Isn't that what is the definition of a de

' Elian cried out, voice cracking as he twisted toward the sound, arms outstretched into the mist. But the pull reversed, yanking him backward with brutal force. A grip clamped around his throat—iron fingers digging in, crushing his windpipe. Air fled his lungs in a choked gasp. He spun, vision blurring, to face his tormentor. The wolf was gone, dissolved into swirling shadows that reformed into the devil's leering form. Towering and grotesque, with curling horns and leathery wings half-unfurled, the fiend's crimson eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. An evil grin split its fanged maw, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth. 'Did you think it would be so easy, little bride?' the devil hissed,

The man was a Fallen Devil! A Fallen Devil was a Cultivator who had been infected by Devil Qi, or had strayed into the Devil's Practice for some reason. He would possess the strengths of both an Immortal and a Devil.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

Something inside her tried to fold in on itself, to become smaller than pain, to slip between the cracks and vanish. She didn’t have the strength for this. Not after… all of that. Not after the way she had shattered and kept shattering until she couldn’t tell where she ended and the bond began. She’d been stretched past her own edges. Now he wanted to stretch time itself around her like another rope. Her throat tightened. “You’re cruel.” “Of course,” he said. “I’m the Devil.” He said it the way someone might say I breathe. A fact. A justification. A shrug made of fangs.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

"Don't stop. Keep hitting! Cristine, I will let you go when he breathes his last." "No!" He was a devil, a complete devil! How could he treat a person so cruelly? How could he take someone's life just like that? Crista stepped forward and grabbed his leg. "Mr. Ding, please stop." She bent her knees and knelt down to him. William looked down on her. If she was so scared, how could she leave him? She could never escape him! He wouldn't let her!

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

"You would never be able to walk. You won't be able to use your right hand. I am sorry. Take some rest. I'll send your parents inside." With that, the doctor left the room. . . . James knights who was known as the devil knight in the entire world was shattered when he saw the condition of his child. The one he loved with all his heart. He had never given that love to his daughter Brianna. She was a mistake. He had never wanted to have another baby after Liam. He always wanted his first child to be a boy because they are the ruler of the house. Female is nothing more than the hole to fuck and bear their children.