Cruella Devil Novels & Stories

The creature was an ancient beast who lived to send terror to all who defied him. Then, the demon lands onto the ground with a sizable dragon-bone sword, which could light on fire and quickly kill any who comes in contact with it. The beast itself had massive armor with a large cape, and he had red eyes, which were standard for more powerful night creatures. Then Julius held up his greatsword and pointed it at the deadly beast; the demon's appearance was proof enough that he needed so many answers from him. "Who... are you?" He asked. Then, the demon force blows the wind in his direction and forces him to stay down and remain on his knees.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

"How about this!!!!" "REALLY LUCAS!" The Devil throw back his head. 'Those imbeciles' "Come onnn this is gorgeous. Huh! I bet Cinderella will ditch the dumb prince to wear this!" "I said no! That is not even princess type." Currently The Devil has held a competition. Yes a competition. That is about who can find the best princess dress.The participants are Lucas and the devil's sister Rehana. Both highly qualified as they brag about their fashion sense all the damn time. Both are competitive.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake. For him she was only a pawn but their deal changed something in him. A crack, something shifted inside him and he knew that Olivia Vitalio, daughter of his biggest enemy is going to be his death. The devil was losing his heart even before he could realize that he had one at the first place. His love was unexpected and she was burning him with her fire, he who wanted to ruin her world was being destroyed by her into pieces and bringing his doom.

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"

“It does the job justice, Lady Persephone. We laugh and I throw a pillow in it, which soon closes the door. I turn my gaze back to the piece and smile. What are you up to, Kaanadan? *** It really is a flashy party. The big house that welcomes us is a typical Italian mansion, with all the rustic details and the beauty of the beige stone pillars. The green garden is illuminated and the stone walkway takes us to the center of the party, what is a... nightclub? Celina, dressed as a witch, looks at me with the same surprise, and then I see Marga, dressed as Catwoman, shaking Silvério's hand. I see how tense she is, not unlike Jud, dressed as a fairy godmother, who sticks to her.

She did a cringy hair flip as she boasted. “Oh, please. There are thousands of witches in the world. I can’t imagine one who wastes perfectly good time with the likes of Icky Iggy can be all that powerful.” I taunted her. “I’ve already cut my way through two of your castle’s levels. If I’m at the boss level, I’m ready to cut you to size too.” “Oh, you aren’t going to be fighting me. You’re here for me to draw on. I need the energy boost of a ranked wolf to ensure the coming battle against my sister’s coven.” Her lips curled into a sinister Cruella DeVille smile.

I opened the door, seeing Althaia had changed her clothes and was sitting on the bed with her sketchbook. “How’s my curious little psychopath?” I teased and sat on the bed in front of her. Her cheeks started to flush when she gave an innocent smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have been here all the time.” “Sure you have.” I chuckled and grabbed her waist. I had her straddle me as I continued to give her a teasing look. “Have I not said you would be one terrible spy?” “You really are The Devil! How did you know?”

Nicolas stood at my shoulder and told me the history in the low voice of a man narrating a church. "The night he was nineteen," Nicolas said, "the law owed him fourteen deaths. His father dead a season, the succession contested, and the old law plain as a knife: the challenger dies, and the backers die with him. Thirteen wolves backed Corvin Blackwood that night. The pack came here expecting a slaughter. It's what a nineteen-year-old does; it's what we understood." He looked across the sand at his cousin, who stood in the ring's center in judgment black, still as a held breath. "He struck thirteen names into the roll of men instead. One by one. Out loud. And he spared the fourteenth — the on