Devil Cupid Novels & Stories

The solo music that was bumming loud on speak was paused, the DJ himself was the one that has the courage alone to catch up with the door, the crowd was rowdy, people kept chasing different directions in the bar, although the space was little, there were only finding a spot to get lost in or hide in it. The DJ gathered his composure and tried pulling the door, but it wasn't working at all, he tried and tried but it didn't. The sound of it jolted Negato's attention towards the door. Nagato turned hastily with his eyes that were blazing red, still, in his demon form, his Ability was super strength and fastness. But as for the dark fog that he could control around his body and also down to his

The pastor's eyes were flaming red slits as they narrowed their focus onto the honey-colored lady before him. Rhychard watched as he stretched his arms, the claws of Vargas ripping through human flesh, blood dripping from the open wounds. "You!" He pointed an arm—half demon, half human—at Buttercup. "You should have stayed hidden."

laughed the black-winged seraph when its name was mentioned, it had been tagging along behind the goat-head. “The what?” The witch said, hunching her back, ready to dig up some carrots. Her velour hood cascaded to the ground and all around her bowed in tranquility. With her loathsome servant standing by her side, she was a majestic and a fearsome sight to behold! “The cupid’s shaving brush— the black cherub. Would you like me to get some potatoes?” The demon said. They were digging at the plot near the picket fence beside the golden nugget squashes.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

Flaming Qilin sneered and said, "You turn out to be the Fifth Fiend Lord, whose doppelganger has been killed by Chu the Devil. I was wondering who you were." The Fifth Fiend Lord's proud expression froze in an instant. He became gloomy, and he said in a ferocious voice, "Where is Chu the Devil?" "Do you want to find Chu the Devil?" Flaming Qilin sneered. "Where is he?" He asked. "Stop putting on airs here. If Chu the Devil were here, would you dare to show up?"

One of them asked. The devil took in the features of the man that spoke and he wrinkled his face. "Didn't I tell you not to show up here naked?" His eye brows furrowed. "Naked you disgusts me." He snapped his fingers and the man was covered in a black attire. "What's the plan, master?" They chorused, their curiosity bubbling. "Dracula, I summon you to the sacred place and meeting of Azelbub!" The devil raised his hands to the sky and lightening illuminated the place, making the toothy grin he had on visible before it became dark again.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

“Then I'll make sure you never get to taste anyone ever again!” In a swift motion, Vernon sliced his lips, the pink flesh fell to the floor, his blood painting the knife and floor, tears rolling down his eyes but Vernon wasn't done, he reached for Cameron's d**k and immediately sliced it off, the long piece of flesh falling to the floor. Cameron tried to scream but it was too late, he was rendered—Dickless.

– He was silent. - I need to look at the road. – The driver lost his laugh. - Let's try another one. – Tenebra questioned him. - What's the difference between a demonic council and a sucker goat? Trigon tried. - Which is? – The driver tried. - They all take each other's heads off and suck blood. - I thought the vampires did that. – The driver said. - Misfortune. - Trigon enraged said, getting up and ripping the driver's arms, lucky for him, he had regeneration and an extra pair of arms to drive.

Curtis “Angelika Giannelli, Angel of Death…is there any other identity I should know of?” I mocked. “Tell me everything about The Viper,” I demanded. She averted her gaze, dragging the long chains with her so she would walk up to me. I smirked when she stopped, her radius finally running out. “Is this necessary?” She bit back.