Devil Rising Novels & Stories

"Derrick Vilerio." "Derrick Vilerio? And you're telling me that I begged for you to come here?" "Yeah," he smirked before he tapped the top of her head. As she looked up, Derrick lowered his head to match her eye level. "Will you believe me if I tell you that I am from hell?" "Which kind?" That answer must have intrigued him. Derrick looked at her, amused. "The kind that's below heaven and earth." "So, you're claiming to be the devil?"

Dravena, laughing in my head so hard she sounded like she’d fallen off her throne. “This is hilarious,” she cackled. “He really wants head pats. Oh, Lilith, just give the poor wolf a pat before he actually kills your friends.” She wasn't joking. Because judging by the murderous glare Dervic was throwing at Theila and Lora, something told me he was absolutely serious. “Now,” Dervic hissed, his aura surging forth, ready to burst and crush both Theila and Lora where they knelt. “Prepare to die—”

The horrible temperature rose, and the boulders formed by the collapsed surrounding mountains melted, turning into magma, and the ground cracked. The void distorted. The wings of the Flaming Phoenix moved slightly, purple flames engulfing everything as if they were going to burn through the heavens. "He really is Chu the Devil." "No.1 in the Starry Sky is Chu the Devil. He hasn't died. The bastards of the Immortals are so hateful. They have spread fake news." "They're just putting on airs. They claimed that they had killed Chu the Devil. But it turns out that they were just bragging themselves."

The darkness between the trunks thickened, gathering itself, lines of shadow sliding together like spilled ink drawn to a single point. Something moved in the dark. Something large. Something fluid. Something powerful. A silhouette stepped out from between the pines. A shadow at first—tall, impossibly tall. Then two eyes opened in the darkness. Burning. Molten. A shade between gold and fire. They cut through the night like twin brands, sharpening everything around them; every breath, every tremor, every heartbeat in the clearing seemed to rearrange itself around that gaze. The Devil had arrived. And every instinct Adelaide possessed screamed one truth:

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

I threw on the big, fluffy bathrobe and slippers provided by the hotel, then headed out to the lounge area to devour the delicious food I knew was waiting for me. I was so ready to stuff my face. My heart stopped beating, and I froze when I spotted someone on the couch. They reached over to the lamp on the end table next to the couch and flicked it on. It was the Devil himself. Damiano. “Good evening, Althaia.”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”