Devil Desire Novels & Stories

The man was a Fallen Devil! A Fallen Devil was a Cultivator who had been infected by Devil Qi, or had strayed into the Devil's Practice for some reason. He would possess the strengths of both an Immortal and a Devil.

He was just fifteen when she got pregnant and she twenty when he had already became a well trained assassin and killed at least up to fifty people since when he was nine. Lydia was an assassin too, even though he never really loved her and used her for sex, he knew she had loved him greatly. Being an assassin is a very huge job and had a lot of sacrifices. You had to show no emotions and feelings towards people; the scariest part he never got used to. Most serial killers never got used to was when you took a pure soul, it felt as if they could see their spirits. They couldn't even sleep without having to take drugs because some of them always haunted them in their sleeps.

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

all the positive thought shattered. Tired after crying for hours, sick of my dream, or so I called it... I fell asleep. I dreamt of the man again, a dark creature who had hunted my previous dream... why... oh why... I must see him again in this dream... this green-eyed devil who had raped me in dream with no mercy. I wouldn't forget his eyes... I hate the color with all my heart. He walks closer, while again... hate to admit it... I!m paralized... the only thing I can do is blinking. I see the surrounding, beautiful lavender field as far as my eyes could see... and he is still walking to where I stand. Lavender... my favorite flower, the beautiful sight suddenly contaminated due to the devil

But after that day, I resolved in my heart to make a name for myself and maybe then I can let the girl know who the real killer was. When I became Dante, the most feared man in Italy, I began to search for her, not until I heard she danced at a club. I knew Salvatore was using her to get to me, but I couldn't care less. I wanted it all to end. And when she fell into my hands, I knew it was time. *** (PRESENT DAY) When I was done talking, I glanced towards where Emily laid on the bed with a series of connections passing through her body.

Sasha’s POV. “What’s your name?” the devil asked, breaking the long silence that reigned after my demand. I pretended not to hear him. “You’re not deaf, are you?” “What do you need my name for?” I spat, unfolding my arms. “I do not answer to you, remember? You’re just my possession.” Right. You should yank it out of my mouth, then. “So do you have a name or not? Don’t test my patience,” he growled.

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.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

It didn't end well for him as the story progressed. The Pink Devil- The Pink Devil is one of the main antagonist of this story. She is the evil version of Jennifer. She could possess Jennifer at anytime she feels like it and follows her wherever she goes. The Pink Devil is in her mirror, nightmares, when she has Sleep Paralysis, and does what Jennifer is afraid to do. She loves sex and BDSM; she only punishes men who treat women wrong. But it's revealed that The Pink Devil is a personification of Jennifer's father, who was abusive and tormented her. Anytime she thinks about her father, The Pink Devil appears.

He was the master of the battlefield and he wasn’t just a wolf, he was the devil. A creature that wanted not only to rule the packs, but to enslave them. He fed on their fear, and with every death, he only grew stronger. There were rumors that he hated the moon goddess and wanted more power and glory, that he even made a deal with hell to steal wolf’s power. “The Devourer had burned villages and drowned rivers in blood. He was the only one that could take a man’s power for himself. He could turn a strong powerful wolf into a wolfless sack of nothing. But then, someone more powerful came to help…”