Devil Annabelle Novels & Stories

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

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.

Jess concluded her long story. "Her name sounds familiar like I have met someone who bears that name before. Annabel…." Demon said after a thought. "But, she is that desperate for powers?" He asked. "Yes, not only that, she plans to rule and will not stop at nothing until she achieves her aim, that is why she needs her daughter's powers, she will kill Elena to obtain the fire. She is my younger sister and I grew up with her, one thing I can assure you is Annabel is an evil genius."

Who would leave such a little girl wandering alone in a huge building like this? "What's your daddy's name?" Angela requested. "Lucifer...daddy's name is Lucifer," Alicia said. Angela's eyes widened in shock. Lucifer Camphell?! This little angel is that jerk's daughter?! That means mother must be a saint! "I know where your daddy is, so don't worry," Angela said. The girl smiled instantly. Angela reached her hand for her to hold but Alicia spread out her hands wide hopped up and down like a cute bunny. "Pick me! Pick me!"

The mighty creature stood before Julius and answered him, saying, "The day will come when all is revealed on the day of reckoning. All the lords of Hell shall sound their trumpets and bring forth a new era. An age where the darkness shall eclipse light. An age of shorter days and longer nights. A time when the king of darkness shall rise and set forth a kingdom far greater than any kingdom humanity has ever known. The new king of Hell's army will never be defeated until his offspring rises against him." "That will never happen. Who can command the forest and make the trees pull their roots out of the earth? That damnable era shall never come. Tell me, if your dark powers can see this far: wi

She was calling me succubus, that did not mean a good thing. “I can come back later on if you need some time, Archdemoness. In the meanwhile if you need me to do something for you then I am going to. Please tell me how may I be of assistance?” I asked. “I shall tell you, Aithusa. But the smile that I saw on your face that tells me that you had something pretty substantial to tell me. And I want to hear it first. Then I shall tell you what new hell has been unleashed upon by two freaking bastards. That signature…..I am never going to forget…” said Hannabelle. Her eyes were glowing red and her skin rippled showing the original reddish tone of her demon skin.

(Adelaide) Adelaide stared at Thane with open contempt. He didn’t even glance at her. She wondered if that was deliberate—if ignoring her would make it easier later, when people spoke of her in the past tense. “Tradition speaks,” he continued. “The Devil will appear when the moon crests silver at its highest point. He will take form from shadow and flame. He will call forth the hunt.” A tremor rippled through the girls to her left. Someone whimpered quietly.

There was nothing soft in his eyes; there was only hunger as he bent down and kissed me. This was no sweet kiss. This was a claiming; a claiming of me that had teeth and a brand that burned me with the fire and rage that filled his eyes. It was like nothing else before, but something primal and electric burned through my veins and sent a wave of heat shooting into my core. He backed away, breathing heavily as if the kiss left him just as drained as me. He looked furious as he addressed the crowd. “Let the feast begin.” He walked ahead and I followed after him down the aisle when a familiar sight made me pause. Selene Blackwood. Tall, dark, beautiful and glaring at me from the front row as if

And then a knock shattered the silence. She froze immediately. Her eyes darted to the door of the kitchen. Could it be Damon? Because no family member of hers would knock on the kitchen door; they all have their keys. Her pulse stuttered. She tiptoed to the door, peering through the peephole. She flinched when she saw who it was. It was the devil himself. **Dante Moretti.** His black coat was soaked due to the rain, and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, exposing his tattoos that glistened from the droplets. His face was unreadable. His eyes—dark, raw, volatile.