Deviant Novels & Stories

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.

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.

Susan stays far as possible from that aunt of hers. Coming across all these people, Marina noticed that there were always two variations of each phenomenal gift as if occurring in alteration. Letty, Lupin's grandmother, and Susan's grandmother possessed extraordinary gifts that did not consume their mana. At the same time, the rest experienced unwanted absorption of life and energy when using their exceptional capabilities. Marina divided each special gift into two variations, yet sharing a singular concept. Letty and her grandmother's gift were listed under Clan of Apothecary and Healing, Lupin and his grandmother under Clan of Prescience and Augury, and Susan and her aunt in Clan of Sorcer

His entire body radiated barely suppressed rage. The moment his eyes landed on Kevin, everything shifted. "You," Devian spat, taking a step forward. Kevin straightened immediately, his posture shifting into something defensive. Bryan moved faster. He grabbed Devian's arm, pulling him back before he could get any closer to Kevin. "Don't," Bryan said firmly. But Devian shook him off, his glare still locked on Kevin. "You're such a gigolo," Devian said, his voice dripping with venom. "I feel so sorry for Cynthia that she doesn’t know who you really are" he turned to me and gave me a very bad glare.

The Devil Himself The double doors opened and the air in the office seemed to thicken. Alessandro Rossi stepped inside like he owned the oxygen itself. He was taller than she expected. Easily over six feet with broad shoulders that filled out his perfectly tailored black suit. The fabric looked soft but expensive, the kind that cost more than a year of her rent. His hair was dark, neatly styled but with a slight wave that suggested it would curl if he ever let it. His face was all sharp angles: high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a mouth that looked like it had never smiled gently in its life.

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

“Then what are you saying? How would the Twins meet their ends?" Nathan's expression remained resolute, his blond hair perfectly messy. “By a monster more powerful and fearsome than them," he replied, his voice dripping with conviction. I raised an eyebrow, my refined nose wrinkling slightly in skepticism. “And what sort of monster is this? That is more powerful than the Twin demons?" I asked, my voice laced with doubt. Nathan's emerald eyes gleamed with a hint of excitement, his angular face set in a fierce expression. “The first of his kind and original hybrid, Death and the Devil himself... Eric Damian," he replied, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Devian was still calm. He was a businessman, in fact he was the top businessman in Asia, definitely would only talk businesses! "I'll not!" Arien said. "So you want to work under that man?" Devian raised his eyebrows. "No.... But..." Arien knew she can't work under that bastard anymore. She bit her lips and hesitate "but I'll find another job." "That's what I'm giving you!" Devian said. "I'll find a job but I'll not work under you." Arien retorted.

The tenth level is reserved for the King. I was forbidden to be in close contact with them. Looking upon all of this, I can't help but think back to that night.. that fateful night and what followed the day after. • • • "No," I said in a dangerously calm tone, "I don't know what you're trying to do, but I'd never in my life help you hurt people, nevertheless help with a war." I shook my head, "You know what? I shouldn't be talking to the Devil. I'm sure you're messing up my pathway to heaven." I laughed, "This is insane. I'm going insane. I've already went insane, haven't I?"

I stopped interacting with most of my teammates beyond necessary team conversation after several of them participated in publicly humiliating Tiffany. Posting a naked picture on social that she didn't even know was taken, and then plastering copies all over the locker room, wasn't just unnecessary, it effectively ruined any respect I had for several members of my team. Sure, I'll hang out with Daniel and Christian and the happily married crowd of guys almost twice my age. But everyone else can go fuck themselves, as far as I'm concerned.