Devil Realist Novels & Stories

"You think the devil hides in the shadows, but darling, he's right beside you.” EZREAL’S POV If there was anything to describe his look right now, it was a deer caught in the headlights. His skin had turned paper white, his breathing shallow and his eyes glossy. Was he about to cry? Funny because I hadn't even started. I was going to do more than bring tears out of those eyesㅡ I was going to stain his soul. Make him feel the depravity of the harsh world. Make him know that I didn't like the sheltered man I saw when I looked at him.

Every enemy that came near her ended the same way: at Dante’s feet. Another wave of attackers surged through the gate. Dante barked an order in Italian, his men tightening formation. Gunfire roared again. The courtyard became a slaughterhouse, bodies falling faster than Emilia could count. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts. She pressed her forehead to the fountain’s edge, whispering to herself. “This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This can’t be real.” But it was. The Devil was real, and he was hers.

he replied in a low tone. Of course he’d say that. He found unhinged women and blood-play sexy. At least, in theory anyway. I was pretty sure if she actually committed murder he’d throw up on the closet person. But yeah, whenever Dev watched TV shows he always found himself drawn to the most villainous, crazy female leads. “Most of the girls in here are crying or grossed out,” said Dev, “but not her.” “Because she’s a sadist,” I murmured. “Ask out Nat,” Dev told me.

I made a puppy face while pleading to God looking up at the ceiling. "As if you don't need a psychiatrist now" Was it my hallucination or did The Almighty just replied to me?? I think I really need a psychiatrist! I was about to cry falling on my knees but then something struck my mind. Wait! He can't be God because that voice is awfully similar to someone I have come to detest in the past few days. I turned around to find the HIM standing there just a few inches away from me. I gasped and quickly took a few steps back creating a safe distance between him and me. HIM! The devil himself! The nightmare of my reality!

explained Finnley. “Sister Indigo and Second Uncle suggested this as well!” replied Gerald with a nod. Chuckling in response, Finnley then said, “Regardless, I bet you must be interested in the Hellish Skynet technique now, right? If you are, don’t worry, many individuals from the Deitus Realm find that devilish technique irresistible. With that in mind, you can imagine how tempting it was for a commoner like Daryl to learn it!” “I am. What kind of secret technique is it, exactly…?” asked Gerald in a curious tone.

“I won’t go back! I won’t!” Lorenzo’s wicked smile stretched even wider. “You don’t have a choice,” he whispered. “In fact… guess who is very interested in buying the Scarlet Veil?” My blood froze. The way he smiled… “Señor Ignacio Valverde.” I gasped in horror. My knees buckled as I collapsed to the floor. Ignacio Valverde. The Devil himself! The man was rumoured to break women’s bones for fun, kept teenage girls locked in underground rooms for his pleasure, cut off fingers when someone displeased him, and fed traitors to his vicious dogs… alive.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

I chose to skip the entire lesson of DeVille's class, I don't want to be in the same room with him. I am afraid. So, I go to the library to wait for the next hour. I take a germany-novel and take the furthest single seat with big window which allow me to enjoy the main garden's scenery. The more I try to consentrate reading the book, the more restless I be-I can't keep my mind out of HIM. Mr. DeVille or Blaze. Who is his real identity?

He looked so distant in the picture than he was last night albeit I couldn’t mistake that cold eyes anywhere even though he had his arm wrapped around a woman who could easily pass as a Victoria's Secret model and now I think about it, it only made sense that face belongs in a billboard. “That’s him.” “Fuck,” she gasped staring at me with undisguised mortification and fear. “You are scaring me now, Skye,” I admitted. “He is Damon Valentino Caelian.” She finally muttered like that should mean something to me but when she noticed the look of confusion in my eyes, she shook her head at me. “He is the kind of man that your mom told you never to get mixed up with although disguised in a designer

“And grief, if you let it, will turn even a good man into the thing he despises.” Adrian’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Then perhaps that is what I must become, the thing they already call me. The devil of Deira.” He turned, cloak sweeping behind him as he strode toward the stables. Spencer watched him go, his heart heavy. There were no more words left that could reach him. Far from Adrian’s castle, the Royal Palace glowed beneath a veil of winter mist. Inside its gilded halls, the air was no less poisonous than the cup Adrian imagined.