Devil And The Deep Novels & Stories

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

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.

Aahva nodded, and he left his room, then returned to the healing room. “What happened when you are in the middle of the road?” “We attacked by a devil in a human form.” “Devil?” "Yes, Abelard stabbed that devil with his sword, but that devil also stabbed him in the stomach.” “And you know, dad? I had to use it.” Aahva took a deep breath as he turned around and rubbed his face a few times. “That’s okay! It’s an emergency.” “And where did you meet that devil?” “About three kilos to the east.”

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all the positive thought shattered. Tired after crying for hours, sick of my dream, or so I called it... I fell asleep. I dreamt of the man again, a dark creature who had hunted my previous dream... why... oh why... I must see him again in this dream... this green-eyed devil who had raped me in dream with no mercy. I wouldn't forget his eyes... I hate the color with all my heart. He walks closer, while again... hate to admit it... I!m paralized... the only thing I can do is blinking. I see the surrounding, beautiful lavender field as far as my eyes could see... and he is still walking to where I stand. Lavender... my favorite flower, the beautiful sight suddenly contaminated due to the devil

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

Seeing Flame Gordon looking at him with confusion, Caspian told him what he had read in the booklet about the underground devils. Because of the body structure of the underground devils, powerful devil people could only survive in the deep underground, it was fatal for them to live in the environment of the surface of the ground and on the ground. It was like an ordinary person who could work and survive on the earth, but he couldn't go to heaven or live underwater. It was almost the same principle. Hearing Caspian's explanation, Flame Gordon's face softened a little. However, he quickly confirmed it again. "So, it seems that the powerful Devil people you've met are almost impossible to appe

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

"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.

he said finally, his voice low, a whisper that sent shivers down her spine, “you will learn that ownership is absolute. And the sooner you accept it… the less painful it will be.” Her hands balled into fists. Anger and fear warred within her. “this place is worse than hell” she whispered, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. He stepped back, watching her, his expression unreadable, perfectly composed. “Hell?” he said softly. “that was just a reminder that you were owned by a devil, don't let me show you how I punish those who try to defy me. That is all. In time, Yesha Elaine, you will understand that obedience is safe… and that resistance is nothing but illusion.”