Cursed Devil Novels & Stories

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

"Everyone who gets close to me ends up dead." Ezelina continued seriously, "You must train in spell casting, use your magical powers, and awaken your true Lycan power. And the Black Magic curse must be broken so you can get rid of this Devil. He can track you because of that curse. You are stronger than everyone." I listened to her, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. "That bastard… the Black Magic Devil… before he knocked me unconscious in the forest, he said something strange. He said, ‘The soul that will form inside you belongs to us.’ Do you know what that means?"

In front of them was the devil who was oozing out with anger and behind them there was the deep chasm. "This is my book. How dare you touch my belongings? Give it to me otherwise I will kill you all," said the devil in extreme fury. Lord Yong knew that he was the same sinister malcontent soul who cursed the whole town to die. He was the last owner of the book and the book is the only source of his existence as an evil soul in the desert.

Later in the castle's huge Chamber of Thrones, Loki sat on an elaborately carved golden throne at the head of a huge mahogany table, to his right sat Othello and around the table sat all his Warrior Leaders, to his left sat the Warlock and the Witch. 'You had better explain to everyone who our opponent is this time.' Loki said with an air of defeated desperation, the Warlock stood and turned to address the others, 'Cerberus is the Devil's Dog who guards the entrance to Hades, he admits the shadows but never lets them out again. He is a savage, bronze dog, incredibly powerful and without any pity, he is cursed by Hades to prevent thos

"Our main purpose for being here is to learn about the curse of the dark mamba. We need any information you can provide to help our friend Violet." The devil nodded, understanding the urgency of their quest. "Yes, of course," it replied. "I have gained enormous knowledge about the devils and their abilities after my encounter with that person of bright aura. The curse of the black mamba is a dangerous and ancient affliction. It is said to be bestowed upon those who have committed heinous acts or sought forbidden powers." Emilia leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the devil, eager to absorb every detail. "What does the curse do?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern.

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.

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."

"Vivienne..." "I don't want to drink blood, you know," I said in a desperate voice. "but there is a part of me that wants to. The unquenchable thirst makes me feel less human. Right now, I can hear every beat of your heart; smell the intoxicating scent of your skin. The demons in me want to enslave me, I tried to suppress the urge, but it's still there like a curse!" "You don't have to fight the demons," Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them."

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

' 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,