Devil Ghost Face Novels & Stories

“Not at all.” She kissed my neck. I closed my eyes, feeling her lips on my skin. I feel her hands gliding down at my chest until it reaches my toned abs. But then—I saw Bright’s face flashed in front of me. What the heck?! Surprised, I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She looked at me confusedly. But I looked at her with widened eyes, confused at my own vision. I know what I saw. I can’t be mistaken. I actually saw Bright’s smiling face like it’s a ghost.

She looked around for the other one and saw him standing behind the creep who had her pinned. "I warned you," Giovani snarled, baring his teeth, fangs protruding. "You should be more careful who you're rude to, little girl." His voice was almost a growl, and paired with the inhuman shape of his front teeth, the glowing gray eyes, and the demonic grimace, Sylvia began to realize she was not facing any regular deviant. There was definitely something supernatural about this freak. She refused to let him see her panic. Stifling a scream, she pulled the only weapon she had out of her purse, and closing her own eyes tightly, sprayed him directly in the face with pepper spray.

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.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

The way he checked behind him, just a glance, just a flick of his eyes, to make sure I was still there. He was covered in blood. He had cut off a man's head. He had killed and killed and killed and he had not stopped because stopping meant something might reach me. And then I remembered who he was. The Devil of Vercelli. A man so feared that criminals stepped aside when he walked in. A man with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. A man who had bought me at an auction and called me a ward and told me not to settle into his house.

The other men in the van rushed to catch their fallen comrade, when a familiar face popped into existence. Ghost melted from thin-air, his eyes black as night. In his hand was the blood-soaked blade that had gone through the throat of the male that had planned on raping me. He smiled at the others, this deadly, flat thing that had the hairs along the back of my neck rising. I’d never say this aloud, but Ghost was even more frightening than my would-be rapist.

Sadly, it’s hard to remain calm if every time I close my eyes, all I see is the discruction. Once I open my eyes, there’s a face aligned with mine, but it’s not one of a human. Something demonic, see-through and a little stinky looks back at me. “Why are you not scared?” It asks, mouth unmoving, and tilts its head to the right. I shrug my shoulders. “I’ve seen far worse things in my visions than your face.” At my response, the garden comes alive with a wave of laughter and giggles. The thing, clearly, doesn’t find my words amusing, so it just frowns. “What can be worse than me?” It asks, sounding a little offended.

My mind knew, my heart knew, hell even my skin knew what was going to happen, hence the goosebumps. I was dragged out of the car. Mamma came running after me as I was shoved on my knees, before the devil himself. Standing tall, and never looked so deranged before. His eyes were so dark they could eat me alive. His face was grim, and his lips pursed into a thin line. I knew I was doomed when I saw the veins that popped on his forehead. I'd seen this before, but it was just too much tonight. He backhanded me, shoving my face to the other side. All I could hear were muffled cries for a

Devil! I dressed in the mirror. There are additional red stains on my skin, a lot. The last time he saw he only had one kiss mark on his neck, the result of Blaze's bite on my neck where he had once bit me. Now I have more than seven of those red spots, mostly on my neck area. ###

cried a voice, its owner's face fraught with panic. Those who had found Chu Xun’s appearance to be oddly familiar jumped immediately, shivering with fright when they finally put the name to his face and their eyes shot as wide as eggs. Who would not know that name!? Even if anyone failed to recognize that face, there was no way anyone wouldn’t recognize the moniker of “The Devil”! The faces of everyone around – especially that of the Peacock youths – spasmed and flushed with the colors of dread and despair. The malice and rage on the face of the leader were gone, now replaced only with extreme fear.