Devil Rising Novels & Stories

The nurse smiled and pointed to the waiting area. I just smiled and walked towards the row, I was about to sit at the end when I looked up at Videlle who was smiling and shaking her head. I stood up properly and grinned at him. "Hey, Devi. I thought I had chatted it on Tinder," He suddenly said and was overwhelmed with his senses "You're stressing me out, Devi," "Wow, I don't seem stressed either, right?" I sarcastically asked "Besides, is it really tinder?" I asked again. I handed him the paper bag, his brows frowned at it and his gaze went to me.

She didn’t realize it straight away - she discovered it when someone touched her buttocks with a cold belt, pushing her to the wall. No one said sorry - dozens of faces were passing by, not even noticing her. Except for one person - Dervel. Dervel's face emerged from every corner, his visage twisted into a sinister grin. His once-human features were now distorted and monstrous, a reflection of the evil he embodied. His skin was a deep, unsettling black, a stark contrast to the pale moonlight that bathed the nightmare realm. Dervel's eyes gleamed with a malevolent light, locking onto Jenn with a predatory intensity.

Gildeon watched as the elder vampire's aura dimmed before he deactivated his dragon eyes. “I offer you one last piece of counsel, out of respect for your victory.” Vergilius adjusted his hat one last time. “The sylph with indigo eyes…” “What about him?” “Do not let him find his marked bride.” Gildeon’s brow furrowed. “His what?” “If they reunite,” Vergilius warned, “nothing will stop the Devil he is destined to become. This world, and yours, will fall.” He let out a sharp sigh. “How am I supposed to know who the marked bride is?”

^^^ Aviva’ POV (Delilah) What does this Devil want from me?.What if he is planning to kill me?. My life is over. I am dead for sure, I knew I was gonna die on this job!. I would never get to tour the world, get pregnant, feel the pains of pregnancy. Become a mum and watch over my babies!. “Stop being parronioned!.” I looked up at the devil beside me. “What do you want?!.” I asked. I needed to know, so I know how to escape.

Even a towel I had to wrap around my body at a sluggish tempo, not even caring to adjust the knot enough for it to be secured and not go loose and fall at the slightest of falters. Trying to sleep it off had failed, the cold shower had only made matters worse, erotic literature was not going to save me now and there was only one other option; physical indulgence. I have never drank spirits, but in that moment I had the strongest craving for the Devil's spirit which undoubtedly is made from tears of his victims or is demon blood distilled with the fires of Hell. I needed the strength of that Hell brew to knock me straight into oblivion and if I am lucky enough, to give me a high I will never

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

"I'm a Devil . All things are possible." Win looked at him then, his gaze telling Adom something that the Devil could not quite understand, but a pool of warmth formed in his stomach. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but not altogether unwelcome. He smiled, stealing another kiss and deepening their connection. His hand came up and cupped Win face as the Angel reached over and clutched his shirt. A snap of Adom fingers had them naked and Win shivered as his newly bared flesh was hit by the cool air of the room.

Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. And Dante Moretti—the Devil himself—had been the one she bargained with. “Why are you telling me this now?” she whispered. “Because you need to decide, Seraphina.” He stepped closer again, eyes locked on hers. “This world is cracking. The barrier between what is and what was is thinning. War is coming. Not just between crime families. But between realms.”

While walking through the garden of this mansion, I suddenly remembered that day we met Hensley or let's say Elorah. "Okay? What are we going to talk about Gethro?" I said while looking at the flowers in the garden of the mansion. "About Derek and Hideo because in fact Don Morfeo, the devil is back." He said as if I was terrified by what he was saying. but who is the devil? "Then?" I thrifty answered as he bent down to smell a flower in the garden. "Derek and Hideo is a rapist, it's not just that they were resurrected because of their new leader." Gethro said and he looked at the around before telling me some more information.