Devil And The Deep Novels & Stories

“This young devil was idealistic, he wanted the ceaseless violence that seemed to dominate the world to stop, and he thought that the deviless could help with it. But the devil clan had one rule; never dabble in the affairs of the mortal world. They were merely there to reap the souls, not stop mortals from dying. Death is part of life. It's the order of things.” “The devil wanted to use the deviless to realize his ambition of uniting all the races of the world so death wouldn't happen by violence, but the deviless, no matter how fond she was of him, wouldn't agree to help him. This made the devil warrior mad. The love between them started to deteriorate as the devil got harsher in his insis

ALMA My body burned for him. Every inch of my body that his hand touched was on fire. His lips on mine drove me insane. Lord, I was so attracted to this man. His eyes went cold and dark as he stared intently into mine after telling him I didn’t want him. “You are only allowing this because you think I’ll rape you?” I swallowed against my throat and nodded. “Yes.” Even the devil knew I was lying. I badly wanted him. My pussy was pulsing fiercely in anticipation. I wanted him to fill me up. But wanting him was all shades of wrong, and I refused to admit that. So, I’d rather lie to him.

Mia couldn't believe she was staring at the devil. She couldn't fathom how he was there in the first place. In second place, there was a very rich and powerful man bleeding to death on the restroom pathway of a vessel filled up with the ultra wealthy, and upper echelons of society. This was something straight out of a horror movie. “What the fuck, Luca?!” Her eyes doubled when she heard Lev’s voice. And as it moved, she saw him standing behind the devil, his mouth wide open in shock.

"I'm a Devil . All things are possible." Win looked at him then, his gaze telling Adom something that the Devil could not quite understand, but a pool of warmth formed in his stomach. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but not altogether unwelcome. He smiled, stealing another kiss and deepening their connection. His hand came up and cupped Win face as the Angel reached over and clutched his shirt. A snap of Adom fingers had them naked and Win shivered as his newly bared flesh was hit by the cool air of the room.

The Glambour forest, also known as the Devil's vale was situated in the western part of Patasia continent with mysterious supernatural secrets. lt was the earlier meeting place of different nations but now everyone was scared to cross that place due to it's dark secrets. History saying that hosts, sightings of the reaper, wolf packs gathering, vampire hideaways–all present in this forest at one time. Popular rumour about the forest was the paranormal activities of the non human creatures of there. Once approximately in early twentieth century, a pregnant lady and her husband were trapped in this mysterious forest because of the broke off of their black classic british sports car.

In a dimly lit room, tension hung heavy in the air as a trembling old man faced a mysterious figure. Fear etched deep lines on his weathered face as he mustered the courage to ask, "Who... are you?" With an air of chilling confidence, the enigmatic presence responded, "Calm down, old man. I'm not here to end your life. Allow me to introduce myself—I am Emine, the Devil Queen." She perched herself on the edge of the bed, toying mischievously with an object in her hands.

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

“She never ca-cared about the s-screams.” Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. “I am so sorry.” “S-she is evil i-incarnate.” “She is.” A movement at the corner made my eyes open. The duke was folding his arms, still leaning against the door. He watched us with a peculiar mix of curiosity and wariness. “She is devil per-personified,” Revandrel muttered, nose brushing my neck. My nails dug into my own sides. “You are not wrong.” “People-eating, s-soul-sucking being without a soul.”

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

^^^ Aviva’ POV (Delilah) What does this Devil want from me?.What if he is planning to kill me?. My life is over. I am dead for sure, I knew I was gonna die on this job!. I would never get to tour the world, get pregnant, feel the pains of pregnancy. Become a mum and watch over my babies!. “Stop being parronioned!.” I looked up at the devil beside me. “What do you want?!.” I asked. I needed to know, so I know how to escape.