Curse Devil Novels & Stories

He want something to vent all his anger, hatred and the feeling of unforgivable betrayal! “I may not able to surpass the highest throne,” he said as he shut his eyes close. “But I'll surpass everyone within me. My desire is to punish the Alphas into despair!” The massive creature didn't wait for more babbling and jump so high and to aim to struggling god-like figure. “Shut your mouth!” he roared, sounded so mighty like a ruler descend from the sky. “Receive your death,” he added just as he howled to strike the mighty claw to a devastated foes, “Demonic Saint!”

“How many?” “Four before this one.” “And nothing happened?” “Because I stayed home.” Her mouth opens, then closes. “So you knew the rule and still went to the party?” “I was tired of being locked up over something I had never seen happen.” “Dev, your mother spent seven years telling you not to kiss anybody during a blood moon.” “I know that now.” She presses both hands over her face. When she lowers them, she looks genuinely rattled. “How would you even know the curse worked?”

"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.

“You should have thought twice before trying to make a deal with the devil. Once you make a deal with the devil, there's no going back." His voice is so deep and husky. Is he referring to himself as a devil? I can't help but think that he's one. His presence alone is ready to make you tremble in fear. I still wonder where I got the courage to ask this man to be my boyfriend. I always saw him from a distance and the only day I was close to him was the day I asked him to be my boyfriend. I saw a surprised look that flickered in his eyes. I'm sure he was surprised that a girl like me wants to make a deal with him.

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.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Heat curled low in my stomach, sharp and insistent. And I wanted him. God help me, I wanted him. The thought made me sick. My eyes burned as his mouth moved to my collarbone, as his hand tugged at the hem of my shirt. I couldn’t stop the way I arched into him, the way my body begged while my head screamed. I bit my lip hard, tasting blood. Anything to stop the sound that wanted to escape. He murmured my name again, tender, almost reverent. And that was what hurt the most.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’