Devil In The House Novels & Stories

“It’s just these weird dreams I’ve been having… they are messing with my head, Diana.” Devon had told me about this before. The weird pictures in his head had been keeping him awake at night. He told me it was a small little girl that kept on appearing in his dreams and was being haunted by the dark spirits that surrounded her. The little girl screamed and pleaded for help, but no one came for her. No one helped. She was forever stuck in that nightmare, always alone in a corner and covering her ears from the voices in her head.

He repeated her words highly confused, but had an ounce of knowledge who she was talking about. “You don’t know? That woman cursed by the devil himself and all that voodoo madness. The woman on the TV claiming to be some saint donating to the children hospitals and carrying on. I know a devil when I see one and she is definitely a curse. Our pastor son fell victim to her spell and fell into a depression. Started drinking, but thank ya!...” She lifted her hands in a dramatic pause that caused Antonio to lift an eyebrow. “My God is so worthy. David came back home to us.”

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

She told Jenna about Devil's visit last night. The woman eyed her as if she had grown two heads. She asked her what he looked like and what did he do and that was the point where Ara clammed up. Her cheeks tinted red as she recalled what the Devil had done to her. He smelled and sucked her like his favorite food. Humans'flesh must be his favorite food, she had concluded last night. But the way he touched her felt so inappropriate. She couldn't answer and Jenna waved it off calling it her imagination. She asked if they could bring a priest and perform exorcism in the house. Jenna wasn't convinced by her story and so declined.

"Offer a man power, and he shall do anything for you. But even though I love to chat, it is time for the next show." I listen in horror as he starts to recite the ancient words of a spell I know that is not in the Seven Spells. This man is clearly trying to take a shortcut, though now is not the time for me to worry about how stupid he truly is. The voices of the witches screech over the howls of the wolves. The Demons start to scatter around as I watch in horror as the ground beneath them begins to open. The Devils Trap, a spell that consumes the earth and everything above it, the process has started and will not stop until all in the stadium has been sucked in. This will go wrong; this spe

The place was terrifying, the whole cave was painted in red human blood. "Can you tell me more about an demon?" Ryan asked. "A demon is an evil spirit. There are good demons and there are demons who do evil. We are controlled by our revered master, the devil, his chambers is the largest of all and he resides in another mountain entirely. We use diabolic powers gotten from the devil. We are evil gods. We live where humans don't reside, we live far away in the woods, deserts, near the graves, some of us are ghosts, spirits of the dead, especially those who died by violence or those that were not properly buried. We choose to serve the devil forever. We are legion, for we are many. Over there..

"Elena?" Nothing. He stepped through the doorway, his shoes squeaking on the hardwood. The living room was dark except for the glow of the street lamp filtering through the curtains. Everything looked normal. "Dad, you here?" He asked louder this time. "Elena?" Still nothing. His heart started hammering. Something was wrong. He moved deeper into the house, his hand trailing along the wall. When he reached the dining room, his breath caught. His father was on the floor. Face down, arms spread. And so much blood pooling around him like spilled paint, dark and shiny under the ceiling light.

I started praying that someone could come and help her but deep down I knew she can't be rescued by these monsters. Her shouts were all over the house and I was helpless and terrified. The terror was all over my heart and mind. Just then, the devil held my chin tightly and forced me to open my eyes. "Watch this, Ella. Watch what happens to the person who has killed my child." "Please," I pleaded while crying sadly. "Please, it wasn't her fault... Please." The devil raised his brow and then laughed like I had told him a joke. He stood up and walked to his friend who was thrusting inside her mercilessly and at this moment the woman had turned half unconscious from his torcher.

That night, the devil visited his son for the first time after a hundred years. The lights in Lucas room had suddenly gone off accompanied by a strange wind. Lucas stood from his bed, and his eyes changed. A spear appeared in his hand, and he got ready for whatever dared to come into his room. A shadow crept into the room from the window, and Lucas raised the spear to stab the shadow with it, but he heard a familiar voice. "Is that how you greet your father after a hundred years?" The devil asked. "Lucifer." Lucas spat his name, and the devil scoffed.

"You! Who betrayed the kingdom! Kill her!" When the devils they called is in front of them now! The devils wore chains and hard vest. They are coloured in red! They had horns, tails, and tattoos all over their body. And so run they ran at Luis Park and the company. "Butt!" "Yes, master!" Butt replied. Then Butt move fastly! And spin to stop the upcoming devils. "Echolocation!" Butt floats and howled an ear-piercing sound.