Devil In Disguise Movie Novels & Stories

I felt a protective barrier enveloping me; my skin didn’t burn, and I remained on my knees in the mud, holding Claire, while Jayden and beta Nickolas remained trapped in the muck with the unconscious twins. The devil clapped his hands, and Ruth's shrieks echoed, piercing the air. "No! I'm burning! Help me!" she cried. Her screams escalated as she burned, until she vanished into thin air. "Bohahaha! Oh no, Ruth dear, no one touches what belongs to me." he laughed in his deep, devilish voice. The ground settled back into mud, but sunlight streamed down upon us. The twins stirred and awoke. The devil rushed to Annabella's side.

Christian looked to him with obvious fear in his eyes, and I held out my cross, reciting a prayer to banish it from-- The devil seized hold of my throat. He moved so fast, I couldn’t even trace him, lifting me clear off the ground with barely an effort. “Ah yes, my pet’s previous owner. He’s outgrown the need for your grooming. How will you feel if I kill him?” he demanded of Christian. “Don’t,” my boy rasped, and I exhaled in relief. “Let me.” The devil burst out laughing and obligingly threw me into the dirt at Christian’s feet. His eyes were flooded with tears. He cried to end his own father, I still insist to myself. There is no way he was weeping over that dead pervert who molested and

She was standing on the stairs, staring straight at me with a tinge of disappointment that struck me hard. I'm the one who is supposed to be disappointed, not her. "I don't care. How else do you expect me to react when you've locked me in here like a prisoner?" At that, her anger gradually depleted into nothingness and guilt invaded her eyes in place of it. But that didn't calm me, it only aggravated me. She wasn't the only one whom I wanted to provoke to guilt. Father should feel guilty too. "We're only trying to protect yo-" "You call this protecting? That's bullshit! You both just don't want to show your sorry ass faces now that you've fallen victim to that stupid lunatic who calls himsel

Chloe opened the door shortly. As Chloe(Devina’s soul) opened the door she was shocked to see herself. She calmed herself and then asked “What are you doing Chloe. Disguising as myself? Is it any new magic you learned? I know I am beautiful but I never knew you are so obsessed with my looks” Devina entered the room and closed the door. She took Chloe in front of the mirror and both looked at their reflection. Chloe (Devina’s soul): What is this? Why I am looking like you and you are looking like me? Did you cast any spell?

A manly figure slides inside and slowly shut the door behind his back. He took predatory steps towards my frame. My body trembled under each approaching steps. He came closer and crouched down at my level blocking the sunlight. I peered at him. His face is stoic and void of any emotion. Yet I get the glimpse of the devil incarnate within him. He studied my face with a hard gaze as his thumb traced my bottom lip. The touch of his hand made my head flinch back. My eyes caught his hardened expression and a shiver passed through my spine. My breathing escalated with fear and trepidation.

I whip around, my fist raised, but the thing that stands before me simply catches my swing with one hand and holds it there with lazy ease. “Amos,” I growl. How could I have forgotten this thing, even for a second? The shadows of the swamp unmask it for what it really is, something terrible and inhuman. It’s still wearing Dalton’s face like a disguise, but nothing can hide the evil that lurks beneath. “At your service,” the thing says with a little bow. “Or perhaps it would be more apt to say that you are at mine.” “It’s over,” I snarl, squaring up to it even as it begins squeezing my fist painfully in its crushing grasp.

I remembered that I fell unconscious because of the gore I saw but I didn't expect myself to wake up in a luxurious bright room in front of a Greek god. "Stay away from me," I said to him trying to be confident but my legs were shaking, they felt like jelly, they were going to bail on me. "I am not going to hurt you noisemaker," He said calmly, his deep voice echoed soothingly in my ears. "But.. but you are Valentin Rostislav and Alexei.." I paused my words and my eyes widened in shock. Alexei had tattoos, looked different and killed Mateo, Reuben and Brandon. He almost killed Karol and it seemed like he knew Karol.

Sebastian reaches for the man’s hand with a handcuff but his question is directed to the girl. He raises his head to see the girls peeking out on the end of the cave. “Go, go to the police.” Sebastian orders as they begin to file out, holding hands. Sebastian turns the man to his back. “Now is your chance, tell me the name of your leader.” “Fuck you.” The man spits on Sebastian. Sebastian closes his eyes, then cleans his face. He pushes a finger into the man’s injury. “What is the name of your leader?”

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

And Cassiel had no idea his perfect world was already unraveling. Sleeping beside Cassiel now felt like lying next to a cunning predator masked by charm and power. Julian had once convinced himself that entering this marriage could be the key to saving his brother, Bash. But it was all a fabrication. A beautifully crafted lie. He laid there, stiff as a board, emotionless. The man beside him — known among the underground as the devil in a suit—had fooled him into believing there was still some trace of humanity left in him. Julian now realized how foolish he’d been to trust even an ounce of that illusion.