Devil Ghost Face Novels & Stories

The Great Devil had abruptly turned his head to stare fixedly at him. It wasn't until now that Xiao Chen got a clear look at the devil's face. The sight shocked him. The devil's right pupil was gleaming red while his left pupil was pierced with a small, cyan-colored flying sword. Black Qi swirled between his eyebrows. His face and neck were covered with terrifying scars. "What insignificant ant dares to enter this hell of suffering!" "I..." Before Xiao Chen could get even a word out, a tremendous force hit him on the face and sent him flying. He crashed hard against the large boulder and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

In a dimly lit room, tension hung heavy in the air as a trembling old man faced a mysterious figure. Fear etched deep lines on his weathered face as he mustered the courage to ask, "Who... are you?" With an air of chilling confidence, the enigmatic presence responded, "Calm down, old man. I'm not here to end your life. Allow me to introduce myself—I am Emine, the Devil Queen." She perched herself on the edge of the bed, toying mischievously with an object in her hands.

Kisa asked with a puzzled look on her face, still leaning on the wall where the mirror was embedded and searching for the ghost. Gilbert's chest heaved as his breathing got heavier. 'I was wrong. I should never have brought this woman here.' He took a deep breath with his eyes closed and then asked, "So tell me, what did the ghost look like?" "I-Its face is pale, its mouth red and big, wanting to eat people, and... and its eyebrows are thick." Gilbert frowned, finding her description a little familiar, like he had seen it somewhere before. "It... It just laughed at me in that mirror, a creepy laugh, with that big red mouth trying to eat me."

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

Damien’s P.O.V. The night was finally here, October 30, Devil’s night. It was also Synestra’s 18th birthday. I desperately wanted to spend the day with her, but it had become somewhat of a tradition for the band to host a concert and party in Detroit on this night. Detroit was the city that made the day what it had become, and fans travelled from all over the world to be there for this one night. It was a night of wickedness and perversion, mischief, and mayhem. It was the night I was born for the night I waited all year for. We called it the Hallowicked Masquerade, everyone came in costumes and masks. We found humans feel much more comfortable engaging in evil doings when others could not s

I close my eyes and wait in horrified stillness for her to speak again. After a long moment, she continues, “Everything I know is kind of pieced together. From what I understand, the demon’s always been there, wandering out in the swamp. Ages ago, my ancestors made some kind of deal with it, but it went wrong. It’s been haunting the property ever since, driving the Gregory family crazy and killing anybody who gets too close.” “Helen said it’s called Asmodeus,” I add. “They used some kind of voodoo spell.” It sounds so wild when I say it out loud. Do I really believe in witchcraft and conjuring and all of that woo-woo nonsense?

"Here… you… are." "Who…" I gulped in panic. "Who… are you? Do I know you from somewhere?" My bones were shaking, turning numb. He smirked. Coldly before shrugging like it didn't matter. "Me? I'm Memphis. A devil." He tipped an imaginary hat. My face turned ashen. My eyes darted to the door to catch a glimpse of any figure but there was no one in sight. I felt like reading up in helplessness. How could no one have sensed him or even hear us speaking or me exclaiming and gasping.

Slightly hunched shoulder, shoulder length dark hair and he wore a black overall coat. He held on to the neck of a particular man that was dying. The man's face were rotten and maggots emanated from his badly beaten body. His legs hung in the air and her father's look alike was laughing sinisterly with his back turned to her. "Dad?" She called and the laughter stopped, the roaring fire blazing from the distance. He turned and his profile was the most horrific thing she had ever seen. Part of his face looked like they have been cut off and unidentified but his other half had Drake's face and as their eyes met, he dropped his victim and smiled, exposing his teeth.

I run to where I saw her last as she still pacing back and forth. "Brittany!" I yell running towards her. I grab her and turn her around. Her face is down so I can't see her face, she looks up at me and I push myself away from her. It's not Brittany, it's a demon. The demon stands there smiling with burnt skin peeling away from its face revealing some flesh around its left eye. A chunk of flesh is rotten on her chin showing bone, and green liquid leaks out its mouth. "What's wrong? Aren't I pretty!" it cackles as it lunges at me, latching its arms around me. I struggle to break free from its grasp, It starts to vomit a greenish-black liquid all over me.

Angelica Did I mention I made a deal with the devil? Well, I gave him an inch and now he was asking for a mile. I had an ominous feeling as soon as I heard that eerie tune I had reserved for the secret phone I used to communicate with The Viper. It wasn’t just the fact that The Viper couldn’t be calling me at random that gave me the chill. It was the knowledge that I had been sloppy enough to not turn the phone off after the last call.