Devil Man Crybaby Novels & Stories

His wings were out, the deep navy of them contrasting with his olive skin and light hair. Devon had stationed himself behind me, far behind, aiming at and taking out many Nephilim before I could even get my hands on them. As soon as one was identified as a threat he was on it. Which is why when I didn’t notice this guy getting shot I turned around quickly to check on him. A Nephilim had Devon in his grip, his big hand around his throat as he dangled there. No, No! I screamed in my head as I bolted toward him, leaving the giant Nephilim behind and no doubt a little confused. As I watched Devon’s feet thrash and kick, his hands desperately trying to pull off the Nephilims hand as his face turn

“Tell Lorenzo I need his help please.” “Casper’s sister? You sure?” I nodded. “Please hurry up,” I begged him. He was still wary of me but he agreed and closed the gate in my face. A few minutes later, the side gate was opened again and this time, the devil himself came out. I opened my mouth to speak but my voice was drained. I was talking but I couldn’t hear myself because my ears were ringing and before I knew it, the world was getting darker and darker as I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

The same man I shot in the chest three days ago. Luca cursed under his breath. “No. No freaking way. That man is dead. I saw him. We buried him—” I lifted my gun instantly. “You’re not real.” Rinaldi smiled—slow, twisted, wrong. “Dead men talk too, you know. Especially when they die with unfinished business.” The room tilted slightly. Maybe from shock. Maybe from anger. Maybe from the pain I keep locking inside my ribs. “You’re not real,” I repeated, but softer this time, like I wasn’t convincing even myself.

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…

After taking a deep breath, I finally looked into his eyes, “You love him, that is why his actions bothered you.” I couldn’t refuse what he was saying, I tried to hold back my tears as I sniffed, “I don’t know… I don’t know what is it. He is a devil but he has never tried to harm me. He had always been gentle with me.”I sighed feeling helpless, “I don’t know what to do, Ethan.” I leaned on his chest, again crying. I don’t know what is wrong with me, why do I keep crying all the time when I think or talk about the devil. Have I really fallen in love with him?

"Look at me." I shook my head, still staring up. Dean sighed softly. He cupped my face with both his hands, lowering my head so I would look at him. A breathy laugh escaped his throat. "The devil cries." I blinked. I hadn't realized I was crying until his thumbs brushed over my cheeks, wiping away the tears.

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.

"I'm a Demon, Lucrecia, I don't cry because when I do, I ruin things" Lucrecia gripped her by the arm and forced her to kneel before her. "Yeah, you don't cry but demon screams are the best" She grabbed her by the head releasing hot waves into her brain. Trixie groaned as her face began to dessicate with smoke emitting from her nostril. "How does it feel getting your brain fried out?" "Good enough for you to eat,you devil" She moaned gently. "No, I don't eat foes, I feed them to the creature of the sea"

He beams evilly, his fingers wrapped around my neck, "You can't run away from Papa. You know that better than anyone, don't you?" "P-please s-stop!" I choke on a sob as his hold only got fiercer, "you are h-hurting me." "Shut up!" He growls, slamming my head against the wall. "P-please, Papa." I whimper in agony, while his talons dig deeper into the skin of my neck. "I begged you that day, didn't I?" He releases a dark chuckle, and I gasp in fright when a single drop of sun's rays falls on his eyes. The eyes are like a black hole of never-ending doom; so sinister I fear them more than the owner.