Devil Oc Novels & Stories

“Our Lord, let not our hearts deviate after You have guided us and grant us from Yourself mercy. Indeed, You are the Bestower.” (QURAN 3:8) ************************** My eyes snapped open in a fright. For a few moments, I sat heaving on my bed unable to calm down my hyperventilation. With a painful groan, I slumped against my knees. My hand clutching at the necklace in desperation to seek some console as I kept trying to conjure an image of Navi, without the gore and blood of my dream. But no matter how hard I tried to focus on the way he tried to calm my breathing at times like these, eventually my thoughts would drift to the memory of my nightmare; in which a lifeless Navi was curled up in

“Ms. Green,” I looked up from my computer immediately after hearing Mr. Mávros’, my boss’ voice. He didn’t even wait for my response because before I could speak, “I need the Milan files at seven a.m. tomorrow.” Mr. Devin Carlo Mávros, also known as the Devil, has been my boss for three years, and as his P.A., I knew better than to make reasons with him, but not tonight. I have a date.

"He did not choose it. I did not choose this. You play gods in ivory halls and pretend your sins smell sweeter." "You are filth incarnate. You seduced him." "No," Valcoz snapped, teeth grit. "I loved him." The air stilled. The clerics faltered in their chants. Even the flames in the braziers flickered. The priest's lip curled. "Demon or not, your lies are pitiful." Valcoz lowered his gaze. Not in shame. But in memory. "Then seal me," he murmured, voice thick. "Seal what you fear. But know this: No chain forged by false gods will erase me from him."

For what felt like a skyrocket, a figure shot upward to the sky and stood just a few inches from where Zeus was and was also floating on air. Darkness blazed everywhere, and it became so hideous that made Lucas and Draco fall to their knees but as expected Zeus was the only one left standing. The devil had emerged, and he was just like the replica of Lucas. Same features, but only that the Devil's hair was darker and he had a crest on his forehead. “Hello son.” Luci the devil spoke while facing his back at Lucas. Lucas, who was on his knees, finally felt a little strength surging around him, and he quickly got up.

“Do you know Neah?” His eyes flash my way. They are blue, exactly like Neah’s. “Is she alright?” “You are locked in a dungeon and your concern is if Neah is alright?” “Please tell me you got her away? That you got her out of that house?” Eric cocks his eyebrow at me. “Who are you?” I ask, not giving him any information about Neah. “And what are you?” “She doesn’t know me, or at least I don’t think she does. My name is Devon. I’m her true brother and I am what’s called a Lycan, the same as Neah.”

Devon growled, his tone dark and menacing. ***TBC***

I can only imagine what he saw and felt. "Hmm, how interesting", he purred out staring at us like unique specimen. "Whats the point in making us drink this stuff", I accused bitterly not wanting to sugar coat anything with him. Like I ever sugar quote. He took a huge gulp of the drink before regarding us. "That stuff there is demon blood, good for Lycan" "Well thanks but no thanks I'll rather remain a vegetarian than drink any poison of yours". Micage insult stung. Devaro face became blank at the obvious disrespect we gave him.

Devica, the Luna of the pack, prowled silently through the dense underbrush of the forest. Her heightened senses were on high alert, the scent of her imposter lingering in the air. She had caught wind of the doppelgänger's deceitful intentions and was determined to uncover the truth. Moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting ethereal beams of silver onto the forest floor. Devica's white fur blended seamlessly with the glow, granting her an otherworldly presence. With each step, her paws barely made a sound, her movements becoming an elegant dance with the night.

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****