Devil Real Face Novels & Stories

There's no compassion in his voice. "Ah, you really are a goddamn demon," Instead of stopping talking, Stevanus mocked Delldora. His eyes that were originally on Delldora are now on Hana, realizing that Hana is awake. "Too bad your secretary has to see how 'terrible' you are right now." Delldora immediately turned his body to face Hana. At that moment, Hana could see what Delldora was like. Bright red eyes with tiny horns poking out of his head. The skin on his face was blackened, again rotting with skin peeling off and revealing flesh on his face. Just like what Hana saw when she folded origami in Delldora's room.

The blood he stepped in forming foot prints on the road as he moved. He wasn't anything special. A man with scars that disfigured most of his face, leaving him with only one eye, a permanent chip to his top lip that showed a bit of the silver that covered his teeth. He was a tall, well built man with a rebellious history of crime in every country he'd been to. That's why Agustine Verlice chose him. Because there's no one else who'd face off with his demon of a son and win except him. Don Diablo.

He commanded and his heart flipped in fear, wondering who he was and why he was outside. "How did you get in here?" He asked again and Vasperia gasped with a wide open mouth. Whosoever was talking to her right now was a reincarnation of the devil she left at Red Stone Pack. The resemblance is too much and way too realistic. He was sinfully beautiful and unclad, his skin looked ripped with splashes of blood stains and his eyes were beautiful, too beautiful, and different from Raze's. What's it with this striking resemblance, Damn! His skin was glowing and his Hair was so tousled with specks of dry and fresh leaves which gave her the hint that this man might have gone for a run with his wolf.

Hopefully the first day of college there Will be no sight of damned lecturer. So far nothing has happened to me… at least no thick hair has grown or a mouth has grown to resemble a muzzle. It has become my habit every morning to look in the mirror after waking up. I'm afraid my face will change overnight… to become a wolf. Every day I never absent spent my time cursing and swearing at that man, though I always sleep without dreams lately. If the Devil is present in my dream, I will immediately grab his head in the dream.

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

I had unwittingly taken a few steps back when Reksa the devil transformed into his true self. The hot air seemed to fill my room and made my breath short. However, I was able to endure the heat, even though I was still overwhelmed to draw oxygen from my nose. The devil's figure was dusky red, literally burning like flames. His eyes are different colors; one black and the other red. What made me quite surprised was his head and height.

He didn't answered he was all quite . He stopped when he was only a feet apart from me . As he was near The moon's light lit his face . My mouth parted as my eyes admire his face . His face appeared as oblong shaped , his jawline was sharp with thick beard , his eyes were white like a diamond and his hairs were gelled back . It seems like he is a devil from hell . His face was rigid . It reflects no expression no emotion .

his eyes were as sharp as the tip of a keen knife. The sound of the club scraping against the floor hurt my ears. His aura was so frighteningly deuced that I even deemed him to be the scariest man I’ve ever seen in my nightmare. But honestly though, ghosts and poltergeists were scarier. I didn’t like them, especially Valak. He must be Valak’s son. On the bright side, he’s the coolest devil I’ve seen so far. He’s taller than me and as I recalled, he’s the foreigner who slipped badly because of my ID.

HIs eyes all blood shot, his fangs as sharp as a blade. His aura deadly, his skin so pale. Sending shivers down her spine, filling her with fear and feeding from her fear. Carving something that a vampire lord would always carve. Anyone who sees him will shiver uncontrollably. How can a devil be so handsome?, Well in this case he is devilishly handsome. Casper smirked taking a look at the woman under him. There is no sign of humanity in his eyes. His Cold fingers trailed down from her cheeks to her neck.

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.