Devil Cupid Novels & Stories

The heart of the deer is being offered to the devil. “Pacular, I want more than that, I want to eat human's heart, what I want is not the hearts of animals. I wish to eat human with pure souls hidden within them, Pacular, bring them to me and I will make you immortal, serving Greedius is the right way to make you possible Be the master of time. Believe in me.” “Yes sir, as long as you wish, I will give you everything.” Pacular smiled, his eyes were only filled with hatred, he coughed, his appearance was extremely weak. However, in that darkness, he smiled a strange smile.

Anything. A tongue formed out of the Black Devil's signature auric sand and licked behind Spitfire's ear before it spoke with a mouthless whisper. "Or do you wish to know what you fear is happening to the other one isn't creative enough? Because I know evil and it can be quite creative."

Lucifer Once I flash out of Lana’s room, I partially shift into my devil form and hone my senses until I reach the destination Azazel instructed me to go to. The earthquake occurred in the Arcata forest. Using my night vision, I try to find the entity that caused such havoc but see nothing. I land near a copse and look around for any signs of what it could have been until I reach a large section of the forest that looks like it was burnt to a crisp. The trees, dirt and grass around the ragged opening are scorched. Within minutes, Azazel and Mathias appear beside me.

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

That was mind trying to betray me! He wears a white long sleeve shirt without a tie and a white trouser. So the devil want to act as an angel-scoff, his face is too sinful to be an angel. He keep his eyes on me without blinking, he makes me suffocate inside the full-conditioned cafetaria. Lidya try to fix her hair, she display her ten thousand megawatts smile that always works to melt everyone.

Lucian asked. Alieana nodded. “I am a Devil,” Lucian asserted. Alieana widened her eyes upon hearing the statement of Lucian. “W-why are you joking with me?” Alieana questioned Lucian. “Am I?” Lucian muttered and smiled. He gestured to her to get up, which she did. Lucian too stood up from the couch. “Alieana, did you forget what I told you? I kill people too, especially humans. Your blood scent is making me crazy, so let me start my feast,” Lucian with a smirk said. Alieana stepped back while Lucian stepped forward. She was getting nervous when she slipped and fell on the bed.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

Lily thought, amazed. “You can call me Cro and I’m not just any demon but a duke of hell. Welcome to the Aequivalere headquarters hybrid,” he said with a smooth, calm voice that had an Australian or maybe British accent to it. For some reason, his voice made Lily think of the sound of a waterfall. The queen nodded, then turned to the darker man. He took a step forward to stand to the vampire’s left and Lily felt a little nervous. If the surfer boy was a demon, what was this guy... Satan himself? “This is Uriel, he’s an angel,” the queen stated.

A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence: Shams al-Duhur: In a small town, there once lived a sect of corrupt humans who gathered the innocent and slaughtered them as sacrifices to demons. But the demons betrayed them, killing each one and leaving no bodies behind. Their blood filled a vast pit beneath this very town—a pit dug by the devil himself, which became a lake of human blood, fed daily by the endless violence of wars and accidents. From this curse, Malik was born. The devil claimed to be a soldier on Earth and sent him to fill that lake with blood without end. No human being can stop him or uncover his true nature.

"What do you mean?" "I just mean, you're a formidable businesswoman. I imagine there's quite a lot occupying your mind," he replied. A soft chuckle escaped me. His sense of humor, both humble and perceptive, intrigued me. "So, you're a lover of art?" I asked, turning back to the mesmerizing painting before us. "I'm obsessed," he stated simply. A faint, knowing smile played on my lips. "What's your favorite artwork?." "Devil in a Silhouette by Stéi Fontaine," he said without hesitation.