Devil Ghost Face Novels & Stories

Shivay stood rooted to his place, not knowing what to do, he shouted at the other end but the call was already, disconnected Anger rushed inside his system, his body felt as if burning under the volcano, he screamed at top of his voice, his men’s shivered to see the devil all miserable yet the voice had the capacity to send a shiver down everyone spine He marched towards Mark, and held his jaw with a force, mark felt as if it came out of his face “Tell me who the hell is he” he shouted making him scared for his life, the man in front of him looked like Devil in all forms, it felt as if whoever comes in front of him, would die seeing mire his eyes, which was like a volcano Mark struggled to b

Reluctantly, I leaned my upper body back a bit, rolling my eyes when I saw the apologetic look he was giving me. Damn...He sure knows how to kill a vibe. I climbed off his body and laid unto my side with a frown, my face turned towards him. "Whoever the hell that is, seriously deserves to be six feet under," I grumbled. He chuckled, amused. In his head, he might be thinking that I wasn't being completely serious, however I certainly was. Whenever my irritation reaches an uncontrollable height, I might just end up 'accidentally' turning someone into a ghost.

Aahva nodded, and he left his room, then returned to the healing room. “What happened when you are in the middle of the road?” “We attacked by a devil in a human form.” “Devil?” "Yes, Abelard stabbed that devil with his sword, but that devil also stabbed him in the stomach.” “And you know, dad? I had to use it.” Aahva took a deep breath as he turned around and rubbed his face a few times. “That’s okay! It’s an emergency.” “And where did you meet that devil?” “About three kilos to the east.”

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

his eyes were as sharp as the tip of a keen knife. The sound of the club scraping against the floor hurt my ears. His aura was so frighteningly deuced that I even deemed him to be the scariest man I’ve ever seen in my nightmare. But honestly though, ghosts and poltergeists were scarier. I didn’t like them, especially Valak. He must be Valak’s son. On the bright side, he’s the coolest devil I’ve seen so far. He’s taller than me and as I recalled, he’s the foreigner who slipped badly because of my ID.

"You know that I'm his real wife, so why are you playing along with this ruse, May?" The moment those words left my mouth, the color faded from both of their faces, while the audience erupted in confusion. "Is this woman mad? Why did she call the bride May?" "Didn't May get caught in an explosion a month ago?" "That's right! Since when could the dead come back to life?" "You're right, they can't. Unless… she didn't die in the first place!" The hall exploded into chaos, conversations erupting from every direction. Clearly having lost his calm, Ben shouted, "Where is your proof?!"

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

She clamped her jaw shut, forcing herself to swallow it back down. Still, she turned the page. Each movement of her hand felt like forcing herself to press against fire. The photograph of her target stared up at her next. Darius Veynar. He was in his mid-forties, though the hard lines carved into his face made him look older. Sharp cheekbones, a mouth set in a permanent sneer, eyes that glinted like a predator’s—eyes that seemed, even through the grainy surveillance capture, to follow her. His expression carried no warmth, no humanity. Only hunger.

It's relaxing, but then there's a switch. I'm on my lounger zoning out. I look at Valencia, and her face is distorted. Frightened, I hop to my knees. Glassy, I stay kneeling, gazing her way. She frowned, and she looked like a monster. I gasped, and this horrid face asked, "Are you alright?" Balled up in the fetal position, I cower away. Soon, Drusilla stands, and she looks even more hideous. This red-eyed monstrous figure reaches for me, and I scream!

Or then again perhaps not. Unexpectedly, this large number of weird side effects start to meet up as out of the murkiness, an animal arises. With a body like a cloud and terrible searing eyes, it is a thing like no other. A soul. A devil. She shouts, "Beast!" yet her mom doesn't have any idea. The appearance of ghastliness on the young lady's face isn't gracing her mom's fair composition. She is simply taking a gander at her little girl in bewilderment, not at the genuine reason for everything. For what reason mightn't she at any point distinguish the heavenly monster?