Devil Ghost Face Novels & Stories

Lilian's horse went berserk and leaving Lilian who sat on the ground. It continued to push forward past something that was blocking them earlier. Lilian saw the object writhing as the horse stepped on it, as well as the object above her head. "Don't say that ..." In Ha froze in place. The pale white objects with patches that she only often watched on TV loomed alive past her. An octopus. The big one! OH MY GOD!!! In Ha was unable to scream. She was too shocked at what she saw. Was this what made her friends scream earlier?

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

Even in the bare light, I could identify that tattoo as I was way too familiar with it. Horrified, I swallowed nervously, hoping I was seeing wrong. Cheetah leaned forward, revealing his breathtaking face from the shadows. I froze as my breath hitched. My legs nearly gave way, and I staggered back when I saw who it was. Those grey eyes I didn’t want to see and so its owner. He was Cheetah! Liam freaking Keaton was Cheetah. Cold sweat covered my forehead and palms. Shit! Was it too late to back now?

After a while, a ghostly silence engulfed surroundings. I realised everyone were dead now and the Devil stood with his back facing me breathing heavily. His eyes darted towards me and I let out a gasp. His jaw was clenched and he let out a low growl. He stalked towards me, and I crawled backwards in fear. He roughly grabbed my throat and lifted me of the ground. “What the bloody hell are you doing here? You could have been killed” his dangerous deep voice echoed in my ears, which made me shiver.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

My knuckles are itching. He lifted his head and squinted with his good eye. Tried to say something, but his mouth was a bloody mess and his words didn't come out right. “Don’t speak,” I said, my voice low. Flat. “Just listen.” He tried to nod. Tried to act scared. I could see it. The trembling. The shallow chest rises. But he’s not scared enough. I squatted in front of him and stared into that busted face. “You got a name?” I asked

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

His shadow crept over me and I shut my eyes. "Don't be nice to me," I rasped. "Be evil. Give me a reason strong enough to keep hating you." I felt his hands caressing my face. He tucked a stray of my hair behind my ears and raised my chin up. I kept my eyes shut. A tiny voice in my head was screaming at me. No. Don't look at him. Don't look into those crimson red eyes. He's a devil. He'll burn your soul. Remember what he's done. He's the Grim reaper. He stole the lives of your family as well as countless innocent lives.

Some were strangers, some were blurred, but in the center— Camela gasped. Her father’s face stared up at her from the plate, his eyes were hollow and his mouth twisted into an unnaturally wide grin. She staggered backward, shaking. “No. No, this isn’t real.” The face opened its mouth and whispered, “Eat me, daughter. Or I will eat him.” Vincent growled in response, his flames bursting from his palm. “You won’t harm her,” he said fiercely. The face gave out a disturbing laugh, its voice sounding soft and broken. The other plates joined in, with their faces baring teeth as their voices merged into a single frightening chorus: