Devil Real Face Novels & Stories

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.

The most striking, and from what Mia could confirm, was that he had one eye of each color. Not that Mia thought it was a flaw, as many people did. But it was, in fact, something peculiar. It was said that only someone touched by the Devil,or even the Devil himself, had eyes like those. Remembering the creature's voice from ten years before, Mia felt a chill run through her body. "I need to get married, Miss Chapman," the man said, looking straight into Mia's eyes. Before she could respond, the butler returned with two more maids and refreshments were served.

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

Valerian's POV I am known to be ruthless. I am known to be a devil. Both by humans and vampires. I am often labeled as cold. As stern. As hard. I've lived hundreds of years in this lifetime and I already came to terms with that, that even I, myself believed that I am. I had to.

Its blue eyes glowed red in anger, a rage that went far beyond the natural animal kind. Before I even managed to take a step in her direction, the wolf pounced, not at me, but at the door. Within mere seconds, he was shifting; fur was retracting, bones snapped into place, and the creature vanished. A couple of seconds later, Luca Moretti stood there, completely human again, yet completely nude, sweaty, and bleeding. Yet those eyes were still crazed. Nicolas entered the room through another door, pointing a gun and holding a robe in the other hand.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

"Sit over there, sweetheart. Make any sudden moves and I'll shoot." I tried to place the man's voice or face, but came up blank. Who was he? Why was he in my apartment? If he wanted to kill me, I'd be dead already, so what did he want? Obediently, I stepped over to the armchair at the corner of the room and dropped into it while the man leaned against the single window that led out to the fire escape. The man was tall and thin with hard, gaunt features. The fact that he let me see his face set off warning bells in my head.

The child can already wield the Rift. The child could command the dead and the living. His memory twists, showing him stumbling into a gate of black smoke, whispering the words that will doom them all: “The Devil’s heir is coming.” He falls unconscious. ⸻ Back in Aunt Dee’s Realm… Sarai Collapses The link snaps so violently Sarai screams. Aunt Dee appears instantly, magic crackling around her. Sarai’s eyes roll back as the last of the traitor’s fear floods her mind — sharp, acidic, unmistakable.

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.