Devil Real Face Novels & Stories

I… I don’t think he’s my grandpa anymore… From what I can see, he’s now nothing but a schemer who’s been acting behind the scenes this entire time! Regardless, Gerald would probably feel shocked by his appearance as well. After all, Daryl’s eyes had now gone fully scarlet, and his lips were a frightening shade of purple and black. There were even hints of divine lines on his forehead that glowed red… Together, this combination made him look like a human who had made it halfway down the route of becoming a true devil…

Curtis “Angelika Giannelli, Angel of Death…is there any other identity I should know of?” I mocked. “Tell me everything about The Viper,” I demanded. She averted her gaze, dragging the long chains with her so she would walk up to me. I smirked when she stopped, her radius finally running out. “Is this necessary?” She bit back.

Draco, on the other hand, was also in tears after his mom came forth to hug him, soon after his aunt, sister, and dad came right up, and it became a big family hug. Everyone now had smiles on their faces. They forgot everything, but was sure to embrace this moment for how long it might take. Unexpectedly, darkness submerged and the devil himself came out. His appearance alone shocked everyone to the bone. He wasn't like what Lucas felt in the other realm, but was something different. A calm and a normal person. At this moment, no one will believe he was the devil, but one thing can't go unnoticed and that was his awfully beautiful face and charming body.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

However, they promised that it'd only be a thing of the past, and they wouldn't let her feel wrong, no matter whether it was now or in the future. "Valencia." A devilishly handsome face, with sharp eyelashes that seem like the stroke of a sword, deep and cold black eyes that produce no ripples, a beautifully carved long nose, and enticing thin lips, called.

“I don't have any idea about who he really is. But he introduces himself as the devil and requests to buy Valerie for any amount. He promised me not to hurt her, that was why I gathered the courage and boldness to agree to his terms” “You're lying to me….. someone you don't know can't just pass through the pack's borders!!”. “They had a fake tag!!.it looked so real to be fake!!!. I was left with no choice andi don't gaff a glimpse of what he looks like!. He has his face covered with a face cap and a nose mask over his nose”. “Wow….this sounds really interesting. Selling your pack members for money and…..”. “I never sold Valerie for money. I saved his life!!. The devil saved his life because

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.

Gasps of horror erupted from the entire crowd. The beautiful, glowing skin began to wrinkle and sag. The shiny hair turned gray and brittle. The youthful face melted away, revealing the face of a woman who looked decades older, hideous, with sunken eyes and rotting teeth. The magic that kept her beautiful was gone, revealing the ugly, withered hag underneath. "My face! My beautiful face!" Valeria wailed, covering her face in shame and agony. "You ruined me! You monster!"

Had he always been this selfish? My thoughts were immediately silenced when a new voice sliced through the clamor, calm, and utterly lethal. "One hundred million." The room fell silent. Even the auctioneer froze, gavel suspended mid-air. I forced my heavy eyelids open just long enough to see him. He stood at the very back, half-shrouded in shadow. Black suit tailored to perfection. Black mask concealing the upper half of his face. But that silhouette was unmistakable. Everyone in the mafia world knew it. The Devil. Carlos Hernandez. The man they called the Devil in Armani because he destroyed empires while looking like he had just stepped out of a Milan runway.

She didn’t realize it straight away - she discovered it when someone touched her buttocks with a cold belt, pushing her to the wall. No one said sorry - dozens of faces were passing by, not even noticing her. Except for one person - Dervel. Dervel's face emerged from every corner, his visage twisted into a sinister grin. His once-human features were now distorted and monstrous, a reflection of the evil he embodied. His skin was a deep, unsettling black, a stark contrast to the pale moonlight that bathed the nightmare realm. Dervel's eyes gleamed with a malevolent light, locking onto Jenn with a predatory intensity.