Devil Masks Novels & Stories

“I've helped you get the immortality you desire, and now I'm helping you again, controlling Barbara so that she can kill the victims that you will make sacrifices for me.” Reksa stepped forward, approaching Hugo with a breath that smelled like a mixture of sulfur and wet tar. The devil gripped the Cursed's shoulder, making him grit his teeth in the pain and heat from Reksa's hands. Within seconds, Reksa's form was no longer human, but like a real devil, flaming red and black. Hugo's shoulders slowly smoked, but not the slightest sign of fire could come out.

The hideous creature with the vauge shape of a male commented as it also moved closer to the window to take a look at the girl, his tall frame overreaching Nicholas' 6'5" with his long pair of horns that curved upwards. He looked like a sacrilegious product between man and devil, with a mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth and those slitted yellowish eyes, his facial features looking more devilish than man. The rest of him was equally appalling. A muscled and male body but with black charred skin, his fingers though extending into long and sharp claws. "You should know that I used your appearance. And she happened to like it so much," the demon barked out a sharp and grating laugh. Nicholas r

While it’s clumsy and uncoordinated, its movements are still powerful. “I told you not to get in my way, Hezekiah,” Amos growls. It doesn’t seem in any rush to chase after Julia. What game is it playing? Whatever it is, I don’t want to find out. “I won’t let you hurt her.” I stand firm, unwavering beneath its midnight stare. “I will destroy you,” the demon threatens as it stalks forward. “I will devour your very soul.” I parry to the side as it attempts to dart around me, blocking it from pursuing Julia’s retreating form. “You can’t kill somebody who’s already dead,” I snarl.

His nostrils are smeared with mucus—a grotesque reminder that even demon-blooded children know the mess of infancy. Demika laughs softly, the sound a ghost in this ancient memory. “Look at you, Valentine, so vulnerable,” she muses aloud, the scene striking her as paradoxically sweet and horrifying. Her gaze returns to Chloe, to the way her laugh, even as a child, held a glint of danger, a spark of power that would one day blossom into her vampiric allure.

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

“Isn’t that right, darling?” All the security I felt was thrown out the window as his cold voice washed over me. I opened my mouth to respond, but Viktor beat me to it. “A human Luna.” He clicked his tongue. “Unusual. The pack will definitely talk.” “The pack can talk all they want.” Luca said, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. “My choice is not up for discussion.” The air shifted around us, as if there was an invisible force. Viktor smiled, forcefully, revealing his sharp teeth. “Of course. My apologies. Welcome to the family, Mrs Moretti.”

A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence: Shams al-Duhur: In a small town, there once lived a sect of corrupt humans who gathered the innocent and slaughtered them as sacrifices to demons. But the demons betrayed them, killing each one and leaving no bodies behind. Their blood filled a vast pit beneath this very town—a pit dug by the devil himself, which became a lake of human blood, fed daily by the endless violence of wars and accidents. From this curse, Malik was born. The devil claimed to be a soldier on Earth and sent him to fill that lake with blood without end. No human being can stop him or uncover his true nature.

Dominic didn’t raise his weapon, but the room felt like it had. “Name,” Dominic said. “Director Vale,” the man replied with a small bow. “Field voice of Helix Crown.” I studied him. “You’re early.” “I’m punctual,” he corrected. “You’re exceptional.” “Flattery wastes time,” I said. “Not when it’s accurate.” Observer Two shifted slightly, angle tightening. Vale noticed, approved. “Ah,” Vale smiled. “Family oversight present. Good. Witnesses improve history.” “You’re done,” Dominic said.

He had long fangs, claws and his eyes were red. And then another man appeared, and his presence brought the men around him dread. A man wearing a black cloak. He had the beautiful face of an angel but his soul was as dark as black. There’s a look in the man’s eyes that Mayari Tabbu could only describe as maniacal. A murderer. A Killer. And there was her — the King’s Master Sorceress Mayari Tabbu fighting along with the Alpha, the Luna and the Shaman’s against one of the Devils from the West. They won, and one of the Devils — the bloodsuckers fell.

He remembers his screaming for his mom. He also recalls his dad who came to visit him. Dark and hideous figure that made him trembled before his knees. It was hard for him to accept his dad especially when his mom told him he was a demon. He became even more confused and scared when his mom revealed that she was an angel.