Devil Masks Novels & Stories

It was obnoxious and Zilver’s nose wrinkled. We moved further in, looking for Vildus and just as they say, think of the devil and the devil is here, he materialised himself right out of the thin air. The ugly bats flapped their wings as they integrated and there he stood fuming like a demon he was. His eyes were a pool of unfathomable darkness, his hands bloodied and I wondered whom he had killed. Every cell in my body hated his obnoxious existence and there was nothing we wanted more than to rip his chest apart and yank his heart out. Ending his miserable life, once and for all.

Instead, an Evil Devil outside silently surrounded Cadell Marcus, wanting to sneak attack with him. At this time, Cadell Marcus, his vim was fully deployed, his eyes were wide open, his ears were listening in all directions, how could he not feel the existence of that little devil, he didn't wait for it to get close to Cadell Marcus, Cadell Marcus's hand was already well prepared. A few more Forseti coins were thrown in the direction of the little Evil Devil, and immediately fell on its body. The little Evil Devil also let out a miserable scream, and several bloody holes were punched out on its body emitted a lot of demonic energy.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

But contrary to her expectations, he answered after a few seconds. "I'm a devourer." "Devourer?" Harika nodded his head. "I am someone that eats the souls and life forces of those that have committed grave sins against Heaven's Will. The more sins that they committed, the tastier they were to me. And those gave me strength." Minerva was stupefied. Seriously?! What kind of ancient demonic beast was this? "How about those who did not commit grave sins against Heaven's Will? Will you still eat them?"

"So tell me, King Devaro when you you plan on executing that dearest mother of yours" He snapped my attention to his dark reddish eyes, he was dress in a black suit with a red shirt, his chest lost a lot of buttons showing off skin the demoness caressed so lustfully. The demoness are called incubus, sex driven demons. Snapping back to attention I frowned at the intonation of his words. "And what makes you think I plan on taking down my mother's rule?" He laughed wholeheartedly. "Enough with the games Devaro. we both know that your mother is weak, she degrades everyday"

“Nice to meet you. I am your father, Valac.” There was no denying it, this man was my father. He had the same raven hair as I did, the same almond shaped eyes. Though his eyes seemed to almost glow a deep crimson red that had me entranced. I had never seen eyes like his before. All I could focus on were his eyes. I couldn't remember what I had come here for or what I had been thinking. The intense red glow had me paralyzed. I couldn't move or speak, all I could do was stare into the red light right in front of me. I felt a haze begin to form in my mind everything around me seemed to fade as if there were nothing in the world but me and those eyes. I wondered what made them so red, maybe that

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

Mira stumbled back until her spine met the rough wall, trapping her. His eyes burned with rage, muscles tensed. "Lord Daemon despises your kind. He finds great joy in eradicating vermin like you. What did you do to earn his favor?" Panic clawed at Mira's throat. She glanced at the door, longing for escape. "I swear, I've done nothing wrong." "Liar!" he thundered, closing the distance until he loomed over her. His hand shot out, gripping her jaw tightly, forcing her to meet his stare.

The growl evolved and fluctuated in so much rage. He is faster than I imagine and getting closer sooner than I expected. I pull my sword out of thin air. The sword that's been forged by the man who is famously known as the "Devil's hand". Every soldier and warrior dreams of possessing a weapon that is been forged by him. It is said to be indestructible and the only weapon that can kill a supernatural being. You may be wondering how I possessed a such treasure, well, he used to summon me and wished to be the best blacksmith in the world, so I gave the Devil's hand and in return, instead of taking his soul, I ask him to make me the best sword that can kill all types of supernatural being inclu

Tyr remained silent for a moment before murmuring, “Are ghosts and evil spirits real in this world?” While Tyr was in doubt, he noticed dark clouds suddenly appearing over God Valley. Following that, an enormous devilish face appeared in the sky. It was so large that it obscured both the sky and the sun. The devilish face squashed down from the air as if the hideous devil was about to swallow the entire God Valley. Just then, Tyr noticed a massive talisman emerge from Jim’s side, fly up into the air, and land squarely on the devilish face. Purple flames erupted in the sky while miserable screams reverberated across the island.