Demons Book Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

His voice shook as he recounted every detail—the ambush, the assassin with the blue case, the man who came for her, the brutal fight, and finally the message Lucian himself had delivered. Darius Veynar sat high upon a throne of black steel and glass, his expression carved from ice. He listened without interruption, every word pressing deeper into his silence. His jaw ticked. His fingers curled into fists on the armrests. When the guard finished, silence pressed thick and suffocating. And then— The roar.

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

I answered coolly. He strutted across the room and went to stand in a glass window where the outside showed a good angle of the veranda and the Winner Family pool. He smiled, pleased over something that he saw. I wondered what it was then. What is advantageous of being a demon is that we get to read another person's mind. We can use it for or against them. But before an angel, we are helpless. It is either they have barriers in their too-holy brains or they are just dead on imagination. I prefer to think it is the latter.

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.

Is he blind to the fact that someone is in pain here? Suddenly, Adrastos' cheerful look vanished and was replaced with a lethal one. He gave me a piercing look. "We are demons? We're devils because we murder people, that's what you think, right? Do you see who we're attempting to kill here? We are annihilating sinful individuals across the earth. So, what do you name yourself after committing so many crimes around the globe that you're contemplating to commit suicide here? An angel in disguise? You should be not a hypocrite. If I am a demon, you are also a demon," he said solemnly.

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.

He commented. "I know and I want to kill each one of them." I said with a depressed voice. "I know what happened to you before you were saved by the Godfather. Demons are pesky and need to be eliminated. I wondered how many of them had reproduced with humans. I have heard from a source that they are preparing an army of demons and wanted to start a war against us." Azeal whispered to me. "Are you sure?" I was shocked but concealed my emotion and kept waving at the villagers.

I'm so sure that it was him because I recognized his voice! "B-Why are you doing this, Damian?" welding weak my question. I almost gasped when I heard myself mention his name. I feel so disgusted just by mentioning his name. And did they really get along with Baldo? You bastards! Demons! I want to scream at them. I want to hurt them until I get bored. I didn't know that their evilness will reach this point. Now I realize I should have cried right away when they were still out! Because now I can't scream anymore. Damian blackmailed me. And nothing else can help us.