Devil Cupid Novels & Stories

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

Not thinking that. Adom finds the 'too perfect' clan leader enjoying some of his servants in the cellar, most of them being female and all of them barely clothed. The devil extends both of his hands, cats eyes glowing as smoke begins to fill up the room. "What?" the vampire leader barks as his meal starts to disappear. "What is the meaning of this? Who dares-?" Adom snaps his fingers and the smoke disappears, along with all the people. The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy.

He hadn't stared into her eyes before, and looking at them now seemed like they were pulling him in. “I can't be yours. I'm someone else's.” Janice simply said, walking away from him. Brightstone jogged to her side and gripped her shoulder. “Perhaps giving me a chance would suffice.” “I-I…” “She can't and won't even dare.” Stunned, Janice swirled as she heard Jules' icy voice. Dillon neighed, and the expression on its face matched that of his master. Jules jumped down from the stallion, tied the rein around a tree trunk and walked towards where Janice stood.

“That belongs to me if I wish for it.” Camela held his gaze firmly, her voice calm even though she felt scared inside. “You won’t have it.” He laughed softly. “Do you know who I am, little fox-bride?” “You’re the Devil,” she replied. “Not exactly,” he responded, stirring the drink in his goblet. “The Devil makes deals for power. I make deals for obedience.” “I don’t belong to you.” “Not yet.” The candles above them flickered, and for a brief moment, she thought she saw Vincent’s face lurking in the shadows at the corner of the room—pale and desperate, watching her. But when she blinked, he was gone.

I stuttered, surprised. “We (devils) marry at midnight,” He explained to me and I nodded my head in understanding. Why did I keep forgetting that he isn’t Oliver but a devil? I facepalmed myself in my mind. “So…. would there be any guest, anyone like you?”I asked, hesitating while fiddling with my fingers in nervousness. “No, I don’t think anyone would like to see you as a human but after you turn into a devil, they all will definitely bow down to you.”He said with a slight arrogance in his voice.

He wanted more money than what Lucifer had offered him so he ended up signing a contract with another devil. He had not thought about his family then. If only he had not done it! He picked up the gun and pointed at the devil in front of him. BANG! A whiff of smoke rose from the hole of his head; his immobile body collapsed on the floor. Andreas's lifeless eyes looking at up the sky. Lucifer knelt down at the dead body. "You had a chance," Lucifer spat harshly. This time he had given Andreas an authentic gun. Silence engulfed the atmosphere, the cold breeze cooling their sweaty bodies. Even breathing seemed like a crime for his men. This is Lucifer Camphell, the devil of NYC.

“Son of the underworld, curse and forever will walk unto this world as a living death. I the death reaper, but this world’s existing hunter, but the very devil in disguise, Arius, held you now, as my familiar.” Waving his weapon and the very scythe that witness everything from this very world undo for the past six, and now unto its final seventh rule. HE draws a sinister smile as he swiftly draws it down ripping her clothes in half and perfectly in an instant. “Well then.” Licking his lips as another kind of lust, greed, and sinister tone is marking unto his crimson mix of a sunset-like pair of eyes. Misha’s eyes dim within their usual purple one, as she snaps out from her trance, yet not en

“You know I can’t be soft, right? I’m not a prince. I fuck like an animal. No mercy.” “That’s exactly what I want. I don’t want gentle. I want you. The way you are.” “You really are a crazy bitch, Diana. A virgin, but dirty.” “Is that bad?” “No. It’s the opposite.” “Then stop talking and show me. Show me how you make love.” “There’s no going back after this. I’ll mark you forever.” A shiver ran down my spine at his words. My eyes burned as I nodded slowly, my breathing growing heavier.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

"Recommend that his name is Jeremy, he is an OB employee. We will make an egg and meat martabak. Then there is rice and bread here, right? Ah yes, there are still meat supplies, right!?" "Gosh, you're so excited, Miss Jenny," Jeremy said, chuckling softly. What they saw at that time was a demon-possessed jenny. It was so fast that he was looking for a supply of meat until the table creaked his head. "We have to quickly find out, aish..., why is this a table so not understanding!?" "Ha ha ha." Regi's laughter was heard which immediately made Jeremy join in. It is true, why does that person even act funny and angry at inanimate objects.