Devil Realist Novels & Stories

He resembled an opposite version of Hiro, yet exactly as handsome as him. “He is responsible for any military and force actions. He is a level 5, the same as you. The boss values him a lot, he's an excellent fighter, intelligent, vicious… and has every possible symptom to be called a sociopath. Be wary of him,” she disclosed. That was the second person telling me something similar. I started feeling quite nervous at the thought of meeting that guy. Melisa must have noticed my restlessness and smiled to relax me a bit. “Don't worry too much… he is a guy above all, and you are pretty. I will teach you, how to use it right,” she grinned viciously, “Now, let's move to the other one…” she pointed

I never felt this way about any the girls I been with before. “Did, you just say that you love her?” “Yes, and from the bottom of this heart that I thought for the longest time that I believed I no longer even had that I do. So, is there someone you can tell me that can put some light to this?” She looked at me for a while, but then looks a round for something. I see that she found paper and a pencil, so I guess write a name down for me. When she finally hands me the paper, I couldn’t believe the name that was on it. Why would she even be involved with a hitman that only people like me would even know who he is. Davian Ehecatl is not a guy that anyone should mess with and for good reason. I

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s

They leech on innocence and other attributes of humanity and pollute a well-maintained system. But in the line of lost demons, in the shades of hopelessness, sometimes a person dangerous than the lurking Evil rise. The person whose heart has been ripped out and the soul is cracked, emerges from the flames. Oh, it’s not the phoenix that lights up to ward away the Evil and its parasites. He is born to become the real ringmaster. Such a person only gives up to show the Evil their most vulnerable side while hiding the dagger of vengeance laced with destruction in cover. When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate dev

The Glambour forest, also known as the Devil's vale was situated in the western part of Patasia continent with mysterious supernatural secrets. lt was the earlier meeting place of different nations but now everyone was scared to cross that place due to it's dark secrets. History saying that hosts, sightings of the reaper, wolf packs gathering, vampire hideaways–all present in this forest at one time. Popular rumour about the forest was the paranormal activities of the non human creatures of there. Once approximately in early twentieth century, a pregnant lady and her husband were trapped in this mysterious forest because of the broke off of their black classic british sports car.

They would be gods of their own virtual reality. Portal B (The True Real): A jagged, harsh landscape of a dying universe. A world where the Architects had harvested everything. It was cold, it was dangerous, and they would be physical, mortal beings once again. "If you go to the Real," the Developer warned, "there is no 'Respawn.' If you die there, you are gone. And your powers... they won't work like they did in the code. You’ll just be wolves in a world of machines."

When he opened them again, they gleamed with something feral. “Tasty.” He purred, his grin widening, a grotesque display of satisfaction. Then, he turned those wicked eyes on me, waggling his eyebrows in mock invitation. “Care to join?” I could barely breathe. My pulse pounded in my ears, my hands trembled at my sides. The air between us was suffocating, thick with death and madness. “Don't you call me the devil. Do you know how cruel the devil is? Nevermind, you can't know that. Now… I will show you what the real devil looks like.” He chuckled.

For a long, tense minute, the vehicle sat idling, a dark monolith against the sand. When the rear door finally slid open, a man stepped out into the dirt. He didn't wear a designer suit or a tactical uniform. He wore a perfectly tailored, charcoal-wool overcoat that seemed completely immune to the desert wind. His face was sharp, asymmetrical, and entirely devoid of warmth. This was Malakai Vance—known in the deepest, most whispered corners of the dark web and corporate espionage circles simply as The Devil of the Wire. He was a man who didn't deal in money; he dealt in the absolute leverage of human ruin.

But what really got under Vito's skin was the face staring up at him. His features. The way his dark hair fell across his forehead. It reminded him of a ghost from his past. A ghost Vito had spent years looking for. Someone he had fantasized about making kneel exactly like this in front of him, broken and desperate. Except, that asshole had fucking black eyes, this one had blue. And he would never bend his knees for something as measly as this. It made Vito's hands itch. "Don't make me repeat myself," Vito said, his voice cutting through whatever daze Aiden had fallen into.

“Then we’ll see what happens.” “And if she tries to scam you at dinner?” I smiled — a cold thing, sharp as winter frost. “Then I’ll let her. One more time. I want to see how far she’ll go. How well she can lie to my face. I want to see her face.” “You’re enjoying this,” Dmitri observed. I considered the accusation. Actually, in my world, everything was predictable. My enemies moved in expected patterns. My allies played their parts. The business operated smoothly, with violence serving as just another instrument, while women were viewed as either assets or expendable.