Devil Realist Novels & Stories

Not all devils are in the fiery pit of hell. Some walk among us, cloaked in shadows, draped in silence, leaving devastation in their wake. They don't need flames to burn; a cold glance, a cruel word or a broken trust is enough to ignite him. And that's exactly what Dante was. Stone-cold. A predator in human flesh. A nightmare with a calm, handsome mask. His heart was a void, mercy went to die, and his eyes promised pain sharper than any blade. He didn't just ruin lives_he devoured them, slowly and cruelly, until that remained were echoes of despair.

"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.

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

If he dared to act in any way, the one would be battered. You know, from Regi's beating just now it still hurts a lot. For that he will not do something without good judgment. "Watch out if you dare to mess around," said Regi sharply. The same as his gaze which seemed to be skinning Deny. Sadistic, yes that's what happened at that time. really very scary. Suddenly at that moment the hair on Deny's neck stood up. If only Regi was a kind, friendly person and of course she didn't have the strength, Deny had already finished him off.

It piqued me even more, determined to win the battle. But he was set on his intention and right at that moment, I know he regained back his composure. He was able to get loose from me and swiftly rolled on his back and changed our positions. I was under him. Both breaths heaving. His eyes were even scarier than before. His lips were still red because of the shameful stunt. Yet I am here, underneath, meeting that devilish eyes. Testing this powerful Hades towering over me, with eyes enigmatic and menacing. Both his big firm arms on the side of my head, imprisoning me.

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.

“It doesn’t matter. He’s going to be focused on avoiding getting caught by the council. We can live the life you want us to.” She shook her head. “No. Do not be delusional, Axel. We can’t live like normal people.” Axel’s smile faded, just slightly. “I’m not being delusional,” He said calmly. “I’m being hopeful.” “Hope is dangerous in this dark world.” Rebecca replied. “It’s what gets people killed.” Axel studied her for a moment, something wasn’t adding up. “You’ve changed.” He said quietly. Rebecca’s brows dropped. “I had to.” She answered softly. “The enemies didn’t give me a choice.”

The Duke removed his riding cloak and jacket, hanging them by the fire. Beneath, a linen shirt clung damply to his chest. It crossed Loren's mind that the tailors of Windrider might be deeply immoral people. His black hair had come loose during the ride, falling below his shoulders in damp waves. Firelight moved across his face, sharpening his cheekbones and softening his mouth in a way Loren found unhelpful. The Duke pulled a chair closer, stretching his legs toward the flames. He looked perfectly at ease, as though sharing lodgings with an unmarried woman was routine. She’d heard whispers about soldiers before, men with a woman in every barracks. Someone like him probably collected admirer