Devil Realist Novels & Stories

Pulling over at the tiny garage of the cabin, I got out of the car with the speed of lightning. I banged on the door impatiently, seconds later, the door flew open. Sage appeared, with a disgusting smile on her face. " You came!" She beamed. The devil in me, the dark side of me, wanted to lock the doors and windows, take her to the bathroom in the pretence that I cared and then drown her in the bathtub. That's how desperate I was, plus she brought it upon herself the moment she drugged me. Do it! Do it!

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

"Forget the nonsense Salazar or anyone else has been feeding you. You're perfect the way you are and if I hear anything about you being on a diet again or trying to lose weight, heads will roll. Do you understand?" Maldito, I'm dazzled. For a moment there, the look in his eyes turned menacing and I finally caught a glimpse of the devil he hides behind that sexy body. I can totally picture him chopping a man up with a kitchen knife while smiling. That thought has moisture pooling between my legs and I squirm, trying to get some relief. Violence turns me on. He crosses the small space between us. Judging by how he's gotten in my face, I think he's finally going to take the initiative but he on

The man smirked as he pulled a chair and sat opposite me. Shit, he looks like the devil himself. He has a long scar across his face, giving him that dangerous look. “I am Alex Wilston,” he spoke, his voice holding authority and it was cold. His dirty blond hair was tossed. His eyes were black, almost like a demon was hiding behind those eyes. This man was truly evil. Something tells me he wasn't afraid to die because he didn't care who he had taken.

Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair. Flashes of the past flooded her mind as she recalled the first time she had laid eyes on him. The memory of his pale eyes sent shivers down her spine, revealing a darkness that seemed to penetrate straight into the depths of his soul. In that instant, he bore the resemblance of a true spawn of the devil, his mere presence exuding an aura of malevolence. It was as if he took pleasure in the suffering of others, revelling in their agony and humiliation. There was no trace of remorse or guilt in his gaze, just an eerie sense of pure amusement as he watched his victims, helpless and on their knees, desper

Two guards stepped forward, their dark gazes sweeping over me. “State your business.” I lifted my hands slightly. “I came to negotiate.” They searched me. Smart men. But I hadn’t come armed. I was the weapon. One of them nodded and pushed the door open. I stepped inside and froze. Behind a sleek glass desk, dressed in black, sat Dante Castillo. The Devil of the Underworld. I knew him as the most ruthless man alive. A legend in criminal circles. A man whose empire was so tightly woven that even governments feared him.

He sneered to himself and taunted Severin's apparent ignorance of the perils within the devil realm, regarding Severin's endeavor as a foolish one. The Devil Realm was Eliza's playground. Unlike the projection that was constrained by the rift's limitations, his true form embodied the pinnacle of true immortal strength. A true immortal from ancient times could be likened to that of a royal celestial in modern times, and his strength might even rival against a quasi-royal celestial.

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Not yet anyway. We pulled into Club Diablo and I put the car in park. I look at her and can tell she has heard of the place. The most exclusive club in Dallas, mainly only demons and other supernatural beings visit. The few humans allowed in either never leave or leave knowing all their dreams are about to come true having sold their soul for one thing or another. Humans souls aren’t hard to get anymore, everyone is desperate for something, fame, fortune, love. All we have to do is promise it will be theirs. We never lie when making a deal though, it’s against the rules. When we promise to give them everything they ever wanted we always follow through. The problem humans don't consider is wh

he said when I told him about my suspicion. I wanted to whine and express my frustration, but is there truly a point for that, when it has already happened? And it basically was the seed I said that we needed to plant for everyone to know our fake relationship. But gawd! To see and hear what everyone thought about that was a nightmare! “The Devil’s secretary has now become the Devil’s baby. Scroll to continue reading,” I moaned and covered both hands on my face as Freda continued laughing at me.