Devil Pet Novels & Stories

Small head, round eyes, and slithering body of a black skin rested on her table. The reptile spoke with human language despite it being an animal. The black scaled reminded Belle of the ability that Leon possessed to change his form into animals, which also meant this familiar voice and the red eyes belong to a demon. It was Leon’s older brother, Vetis. “Please, I hope I didn’t surprised you,” Vetis spoke. “I thought if I come in my normal form, people will find faults at you. Therefore why I had chosen this form.”

“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.”

Mia hissed, barely looking at Hema. Hema sat still, her expression calm—too calm. Her fingers clutched the sides of the chair she sat on, back straight, chin lifted. Her eyes, though blank, had a heaviness to them. As if they had seen too much. She didn’t ask for clarity. She just nodded. From the depths of her purse, Hema retrieved a small glass vial—delicate, almost beautiful. The liquid inside shimmered a pale golden hue, silent and deadly. She rolled it between her fingers like a fragile piece of fate.

he said loudly. In Ha smiled lazily. "I'm not God and you're not a devil who was cast out just for making one mistake, right? We're both only humans. Who can remember and hold grudges. Even if I forgive you, I won't want to go back with you." "What?"

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

"If you miss that old life so much, honey trap some noble. Goodness knows they like peculiar girls with peculiar backstories. What is between your legs is the only power you have now, girl." She loosened her grip but didn't let go. "I am here to retrieve you for proper preparation into our society. Fight me and I'll leave the guard here to handle you." Her voice dropped lower. "Once deflowered, the stubborn ones with fire in their eyes like you lose their spark." My stomach turned to ice when I glanced at the guard. The way he looked at me made me want to disappear into the wall. I swallowed hard, tasting bile. "I'll go with you."

Her reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened in terror as she stared at the image. Slowly, shakily, she lifted her hand and pointed at it. “T-th-is… h-he… i-is a d-dev-il,” she stuttered. “B-b-ad… m-man.” A chill crawled down my spine. “Yes,” I nodded firmly. “He is a bad man. Have you ever seen him with your daughter?” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked around the room, panic flooding her face.

He meant it operationally and personally, and the overlap was the truth. “Noted,” I said gently. A perimeter ping pulsed, not breach, not delivery, presence. Unregistered pedestrian lingering across from the outer shell for nineteen minutes. That crossed curiosity into intent. “Show me,” I said. Feed zoomed. Male. Early thirties. No comms gear signature. No visible weapon. Just… standing. Watching windows like someone reading a building’s mood. “Helix field psychologist,” Dominic said immediately. “From a camera silhouette?” I asked.

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s

[Death Dog- Elite rank] Level 56 HP- 800 CON-80 ATK-380 STR-126 DEF-22 DEX-4 Speed-58 AGI-58 Mana-95 INT-19 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Elite) Dark Vision(R) Vision of the Pack(Mystic)] A Death dog is a two-headed hound that roams plains, caves and deserts. Hate burns in a death dog's heart and a taste for humanoid flesh drives it to explore the surface world, death dog saliva carries a foul disease that causes a victim's flesh to slowly rot off the bone.