Devil Ghost Face Novels & Stories

An evil smile. He tried to grab my hand again but I landed it right on his face. An 'ohhh' sound reverberated through the whole street. The passers passing by stopped on their steps in utter shock. My eyes widened when I realized what I did. I slapped a scar.... He turned his head at me and shouted right on my face and it felt like an animal was growling at me. I flinched and stepped back. "You slapped me....you bitch." He cursed and raised his hand to slap me. I pulled my hand up on my face to prevent myself as I closed my eyes tightly ready to feel the pain but the slap never came.

Her throat felt dry as her mind raced for an escape. “Hello, Mio amore” he crooned, the devilish smirk gracing his face. Mikayla gulped, staring wide eyed at the scary face of the devil under a blinking streetlight in the middle of nowhere.

This time he was not smiling any longer. The look on his face was grim. And it scared the bejesus out of me. “How can the summoning of demons from hell affect you? I mean, the creatures from heaven?” asked Richmond. This man, sorry, vampire was starting to get on my nerves right now. What the hell was wrong with him?

All the shadows that swirl in the wind gets sucked into the stone circle, and the symbols on the stone rim start to glow silverish. From the gelatinous material, the devil emerges. He looks the same as before, but I can feel power exude from him as if it’s a tangible thing. The wind doesn’t stop, but it whips through his long, coal-colored hair, making the locks dance around his face as if he’s a goth version of Medusa.

What horrifying apparition awaited us in this cursed valley? A chilling wind swept through the air, carrying with it the echoes of tormented whispers. Suddenly, a figure materialized before us, their form twisted and contorted, an embodiment of nightmares. I clutched Malachi's hand tighter, my voice trembling as I whispered, "What... what is that?" The figure grinned, revealing jagged teeth that glimmered with an unholy light. "I am your worst nightmare come to life," it rasped, its voice dripping with venomous delight. "Prepare to face the darkness within yourselves."

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

This technique was eerie, malevolent, and it absolutely dominated its target. "Break…" However, Harvey did not waste time and simply bit the top of his finger and flicked several droplets of blood out. Sizzles… A drop of blood fell on Ghostface, who was caught unaware, and a few droplets fell on the doll. Ghostface's face immediately twisted in pain as he chanted. He let out a scream of pain and immediately stopped chanting. And then, the doll also began to be surrounded by white smoke. Harvey looked at what was happening, and he seemed to have realized something. He calmly said, "At its core, it's just a curse from the Island Nation. While it's effective, in the end, it's just some wicked t

It’s a baseless comparison, he couldn’t help, still felt an extreme amount of abhorrence with himself. “Dirty. Dirty. Dirty. Matty.” The diabolical spirit of the oldest ghost crooned. He blew air on Matt, his body flied over the rocks. It bounced high, then coming to the lowest, flipping over Matt, bashing his head on the rock. The spirit levitated upside-down looking at Matt. One of the rocks developed into a child’s face—terror and hunger clouding those blue thread sewn eyes. They had been plucked out viciously from the burnt face with an objective to destroy the beauty of the child.

Tyr remained silent for a moment before murmuring, “Are ghosts and evil spirits real in this world?” While Tyr was in doubt, he noticed dark clouds suddenly appearing over God Valley. Following that, an enormous devilish face appeared in the sky. It was so large that it obscured both the sky and the sun. The devilish face squashed down from the air as if the hideous devil was about to swallow the entire God Valley. Just then, Tyr noticed a massive talisman emerge from Jim’s side, fly up into the air, and land squarely on the devilish face. Purple flames erupted in the sky while miserable screams reverberated across the island.