Devil Crown Novels & Stories

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?

I hid it in my sleeve and walked into the hall like I still had a spine. Devon sat on the raised dais, looking every inch the bastard king—dark hair pushed back, broad shoulders filling his black coat, icy eyes scanning the room like he owned every soul in it. Cool. Deadly. Attractive in the way that made me want to kill him and ride him in the same breath. Pack children lined the walls, wide-eyed. Two “traitors” knelt in the center, already bleeding. “Watch closely,” Devon said, voice smooth and low. “Weakness gets you this.” He snapped a neck. The crack echoed. Kids flinched.

It’s calling for you…' Inner Devil: 'Take it, Charlie. Devour it. Fulfill your destiny!' Inner Devil 2: 'Look into the dick, Charlie… deeper… deeeeeper… you are completely under its spell…' Inner Devil: 'Take a bite. Just one. And then another… and another…'

Some demons realized that the demon in front of them, who was as big as an elephant, was crazier than other demons. It wasn't because of his large body or his strength, but because of his madness in facing his enemies or even his own friends. While other demons would retreat or run away with their friends, this demon would use any means necessary to survive, even if it meant eating his friends to become stronger. That's why many demons disliked him, and when the demon world was not yet at war with the underworld, they locked this demon in a cold prison. But now that demon has returned, making them uneasy, only they are powerless because he is a first-level emperor who can destroy the formati

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

The one who occupies the devil's throne is the devil king. Devil king though has the physical human body, it’s the pure demonic spirit at the highest level with unquenchable energy that rules Ash city with evil intent. All evil attacks in the city are orchestrated by the devil king. Devil king has special characteristics I would want to explain later. The devil king is an agent of the destroyer. No human has the power to kill the devil king. Though it is possible that one can destroy the physical human body but you can kill the spirit of the devil king.

Every new attack was drawing him out of his right mind. "I am technically higher on the food chain than you. If I can get you to surrender the way a no-fur surrenders to-" Hades cut the powerful tom off. "I surrender to no one. I never have and with this power, I never will." "Then we are at an impasse." King slipped under the next focused attack to stand bravely in front of Hades. "But that crystal is a liar. It will drain your Doll in an attempt to steal every part of my aura. But I'm the Black Devil. I'm not just a strong Top-side magic user, I'm something other. My power is infinite. Understand, boy?" Then the Black Devil took the full force of one of the sphere's attacks dead on.

"My father is the king after all. I've spent my days in the palace, living a life of luxury." "Your father...is the king?" Dominik asked, a bewildered look, plastered on his face. "Yes, is that a problem?" Dominik went quiet for a while. "Have you heard of the devil alpha?" The name immediately rang a bell in my head. Over the year, there a known group of Lycans, led by the devil alpha. The devil alpha was known for his strength, power, and ruthlessness. I had heard my father discussing about it with Vera and from the way he spoke, he detested the devil alpha.

His wings were out, the deep navy of them contrasting with his olive skin and light hair. Devon had stationed himself behind me, far behind, aiming at and taking out many Nephilim before I could even get my hands on them. As soon as one was identified as a threat he was on it. Which is why when I didn’t notice this guy getting shot I turned around quickly to check on him. A Nephilim had Devon in his grip, his big hand around his throat as he dangled there. No, No! I screamed in my head as I bolted toward him, leaving the giant Nephilim behind and no doubt a little confused. As I watched Devon’s feet thrash and kick, his hands desperately trying to pull off the Nephilims hand as his face turn