Devil Rising Novels & Stories

"The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn. ############## Coincidentally, a man stood under the setting sun, his hands covered in human blood, and his clothes were dripping blood. His pitch black hair fell on his face, and his eyes stared at the lifeless body lying in the

Diana was still in the white gown that she wore in the tower, but from her face to her body she had turned more towards the demonic side. Terrified, a few soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt. “Who did this…” Diana mumbled gruffly. “Why the hell did you stop your attacks, prince Devon?” Vidar said. “Finish them! End them here! Can’t you see? She is a demoness. The warmonger. The filthy blood that has brought destruction to this world. Kill them both!” Devon looked even more confused from Vidar’s comment, but he didn’t attack. “Fine! I will do this myself!” Vidar snatched the gun from Devon’s hand and incessantly shot at Diana, but Zephyr threw himself in the middle.

"After all we don't know if it even is one of them." "You've never been wrong with your senses, Ver" Devon said softly, "if it put you on alert it's a Nephilim." I hated to admit it but Devon was most definitely correct, I had not been wrong before and there was no reason to think I would be now. Something felt weird though, it was giving me pause about moving forward and I couldn't tell why,

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

"My mother... she wasn't a servant?" ​"She was a queen of the old blood," Devon rasped, his voice dropping as the nursery door began to glow with a sickly, putrid violet light. "That’s why you survived the curse. That’s why Silas—" ​He was cut off by a sound that vibrated in their very marrow. ​CRACK. ​The heavy doors vanished in a blinding flash of violet-tinted dark fire. The shockwave lifted Devon from the floor and slammed him into the far masonry with a sickening thud, leaving him slumped and motionless in a pool of blood.

“This is the live you are married into, darling. People get killed and abused often. Get used to that too.” -------------------------------

Upon speaking, Darryl leaned against a rock. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, watching Moriri intently with the ghost of a smile on his face. Moriri did not pay him any mind, preparing to forcefully channel her internal energy as the burning in her body worsened steadily. However, not only did Moriri fail to do so, but she had formed the Heart Devil Flame. It shone purple and red as it leapt out of her body. Moriri did not have time to react as her clothes were lit ablaze in the blink of an eye and her perfect curves came into view. Darryl could not help but take a deep breath at the sight, going into a daze.

A blinding, suffocating dark haze violently clouded his entire vision, entirely replacing the terrifying hyper-lucidity with a deeply lethal, highly toxic delirium. He violently collapsed completely backward entirely into the freezing, deep sludge. He didn't actively possess the microscopic strength to completely fight it anymore. The empire was entirely ashes. As the terrifying, freezing black sludge violently filled his actively bleeding mouth, the complete, absolute darkness finally, violently swallowed the legendary Devil of Dalal Street entirely whole.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.