Devil Ghost Face Novels & Stories

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

Giving her a hand, I look away when a harrowing flare suddenly erupts. “Huh?” My eyes spread wide to see Devon bellowing with excruciating pain, clutching his face with his hands as he recklessly sways about on unsteady feet. When he takes his trembling hands off his face, I and Stella gasp with horror at the gruesome sight of his face rapidly rotting away. “What in the world!” Stella exclaims as she helps me up on my feet. “Sorah, did you strike him with something? The dude’s face is decaying!”

“But I fear what you do to me.” The admission nearly ripped his chest open. For a heartbeat, the mask slipped—she saw the echo of something old and hurt flicker across his features, like a scar the world had forgotten, but he still felt every time he breathed. She stared at him. Really stared. This was The Devil—the monster from stories, the thing mothers whispered about to keep children in line, the creature who took the life of one girl every decade and dragged her soul to Hell. And here he stood… Looking at her like she was the threat.

Viktor was quite surprised and he immediately walked there to his pack house to welcome his important client. A tall man was standing in the middle and he instantly recognized him as Devan. It's really him, the Ghost is here, Viktor's wolf said. Devan has an infamous name as Ghost in the Underworld, he never shows off in public but does everything from the shadows. "It's been a long time, how are you?" Viktor reached out his hand but Devan didn't accept it. He just smiled. "I sent my men to you a few weeks before about that important thing but you didn't agree to help me yet," Devan complained.

'Why do I always bump into him? 'Sh*t! That guy is uglier than any ghost!' Darryl thought when he saw Skylar's face. He had no idea that the person in front of him was Skylar, who had deliberately aged himself with the face-changing ointment. Darryl quickly snapped out of his shock. "You are bold to run rampant in the Ghost World and injure the King of the Dead. However, such bold acts will not be tolerated by the heavens."

he ask not sparring me a glance and I rolled my eyes. " the green eye germ belongs to an evil spirit who calls himself faceless .he's the king and leader of the wendigos .after we defeated the wendigos years ago we trapped him in a parallel dimensions " Lenny said descending down from the stairs ,her shoe made loud noise as she descend . "if she wants the eye it's means one thing " Jordan said and we both shared look " she wants to release faceless " we both said "what will she gain releasing it " Victor ask " who knows am sure she wants to build an army of wendigos " I said

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. That's his karma and he have to deal with it!

He smirked, "You rubbed off on me thousands of years ago, Your Grace." "Brat," Xerxes muttered, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ancient of days." Xerxes’s jaw dropped. "Coming from an almost four-thousand-year-old? That is just wrong, and you know it." A genuine smile finally graced Daemon's lips. "The scar on your face. Did you get it that night of the Eclipse Moon?" Xerxes asked, changing the subject. "Nope. Your beast did that," Daemon said in a casual, light tone. "Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill."

It formed into a sword shadow that aimed straight toward the Gold Devouring Voodoo Bug coming down on Chase to destroy its core. An eerie laugh was suddenly heard. The elder's face contorted, and his eyes were filled with bloody veins. His pupils vanished, leaving only the whites of his eyes. He looked like the devil had arrived on earth.

They felt far-seeing, hazy. “Valerie’s last vision was not of a wedding she feared,” I said, and my voice changed. It became softer, younger, tinged with Valerie’s own fear. I was channeling her. “She saw a face. A beautiful face with cold, cold eyes. A woman who was not a woman, but a collector of souls. A witch.” Gasps from the crowd. Neal and Noah stood straighter, alert.