Devil Reincarnation Novels & Stories

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

I asked, raising my brow in confusion. "yes.. yes..." She replied, looking excited. "huh..." I took a deep breath and then began, "I somehow wasn't able to go back to the other world, and my soul used to wander around, then one day, a man caught my soul and then made me his slave. He always made me do the evil things and that is how I turned into a devil from a simple wandering lost soul." I told her, flinching at those terrible memories. "Slave? were you happy to be his slave?" She asked such a stupid thing, really who becomes someone else's slaves happily and then kills dozens of people.

But what we found out was far from anything we could have ever imagined. The psychic had told us that Daciana was the reincarnation of Azrael, the primordial werewolf who once walked the earth. The stories I had heard about him growing up were terrifying. He was said to be the most powerful and dangerous werewolf to ever exist. His second coming was said to be for the sole purpose of eliminating all werewolves, as the ancestors collectively defeated him then. The news brought a wave of shock and fear to Richard and me.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

"My father is the king after all. I've spent my days in the palace, living a life of luxury." "Your father...is the king?" Dominik asked, a bewildered look, plastered on his face. "Yes, is that a problem?" Dominik went quiet for a while. "Have you heard of the devil alpha?" The name immediately rang a bell in my head. Over the year, there a known group of Lycans, led by the devil alpha. The devil alpha was known for his strength, power, and ruthlessness. I had heard my father discussing about it with Vera and from the way he spoke, he detested the devil alpha.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

“Who are you?” “Let’s get you settled before I tell you who I am,” he said. I shook my head. “No.” My voice was hoarse from crying too much as I spoke. “Tell me, now. Please.” He sighed. “Lazzaro Visconti.” My already sore eyes widened, and my body began to tremble as I recoiled. No. Please. No. Lazzaro Visconti. The devil himself. He was said to have killed his wife after she bore twins for him. He was the most ruthless of them all, and above that, the Visconti family had a decade-long beef with my family—the Martelli family.

"I swore on my parents' graves that one day I would come back. I would burn their world down. I would take back everything that was mine, and I would make them pay for every drop of blood they spilled." "And that is how the Devil was born, Belle. To survive in this world, I had to become worse than the monsters. I had to become the Devil himself." THE HEALING Silence filled the room. Isabella looked at me with tears streaming down her face. She didn't look scared. She didn't look at me like I was a monster. She looked at me with pity... and love. "Oh, Alex..." she cried softly, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me into a hug. "My poor baby... you went through all that alone?"

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

“Have you ever wondered why SEO has operated for over the centuries under the radar? Because they’re the best. And you’re an agent for what? A year? Don’t blame yourself.” “Why did I come back without memory?” “Amelia, you’re not reincarnated. You’re reborn.” “Aren’t they the same?” “Reincarnation is a rebirth of a soul to another body. In your case—” “I’m still me without memory.” “Yes. Since you’re a part angel, the only way for you to live again is to sacrifice a life.” “You sacrificed someone for me to come back?” I was more horrified. “That’s not right.”