Devil Rising Novels & Stories

I whisper to the mirror as if he is standing behind me, "If you are a real man like I thought you were, you will stop pestering my dream and confront me in real life. Come directly to me, let me prove to you what kind of devil you gave birth to." The image of him wailing and thrashing in the seat I tied him to as I emptied a gallon of gasoline over his head, comes to dance in the mirror of my thoughts. And sinisterly enough, I laugh darkly, wishing it can be made into a movie that I can watch when I'm bored. "Please, Mara," I remember him calling my name as I slowly played with the flame of the lighter, "Don't set Papa on fire." And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever trul

"Move out the road! Move out" The coachman yelled with all his might as he picked up the pace. When she finally came to, they were near and when she tried to step aside, she tripped on a small rock and fell onto the road, hurting her knee and arm in the process. She winced and looked up to see the carriage very close, she flinched as she buried her head in between her arms and awaited the carriage to crush her. Nothing came, only silence. Anna slowly raised her head to see the horses very near, the coachman was off the carriage and was talking to someone in the carriage.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

The power within Daydevil vanished instantly, leaving her pale and her voice barely above a whisper. Though she felt her life slipping away, her hatred remained strong, and despair gripped her. “But do you think it’s over just like this? Even in death, we’ll drag you down with us!” she suddenly roared in fury. Suddenly, Daydevil and Nightsoul’s bodies exploded. Instead of blood, a towering firelight burst forth, commanding attention as it soared into the sky. Orson spat in frustration. “Damn it! Even in death, they’re still trying these pathetic tricks!”

Soon I began to feel that build up that signified I was reaching the edge of paradise. It was going to happen. I was going to make myself orgasm. This fired me up, sending my fingers to diddle more vigorously. But before I could topple over the edge, I froze. My entire body froze. It wasn't the kind that happened right before a spasm. It was the kind that kicked my fingers off, as the barrier sealed me up again. My eyes pushed open, and I sat up. “No,” I whispered, wondering where it all went wrong. The devil had progressed and been successful too.

I clicked it open to see an image of Daphne, sleeping on his bed, her eyes closed, liquid dripping from her skin — and something told me it wasn't water. A text followed: She was such a good fuck, Alex. I now know why you wanted her so badly. He didn't fuck her, did he? Or did he force himself on her? An image flashed in my mind: Igor buried between Daphne's thighs as he fucked her — tears rolling down her cheeks, her eyes shut tightly, unable to look at him as he defiled her. My fist clenched. All I could see was blood. Igor's blood. Killing him would mean war, death even. But right now I didn't give a fuck. Wars could come, deaths could happen. Hell could break loose — I didn't care. I wou

His divine senses remained active while he made his way to the exit. The Devil Realm differed vastly from Bleurealm, and Severin's divine senses recoiled from the violent spiritual energy and pervasive sense of death that permeated the atmosphere. Two blood-red suns cast an ominous glow over the land, shrouding it in darkness and despair. As he prepared to probe further with his divine senses, a familiar malevolent aura permeated the skies—signalling the unmistakable sign of Eliza's presence. Soon, Eliza's voice echoed with dripping menace, "I will be back when realms converge, and you shall fall in my hands! The secrets you harbor will be much valued indeed!"

But I welcomed it. Because it had begun. The pit beneath the altar glowed with fire. The Devourer… it was rising. Slowly, its true form began to come from the pit. I had awakened the devourer once but its true form would come now because of the eclipse. It would also be in its greatest power. Its form started to take shape. Smoke came out, curled like serpents. It had dark wings that seemed made from the shadows of nightmares. Scaled limbs clawed their way out. It was huge. Terrifying. Beautiful in the most monstrous way.

Callista “What?” I question, not understanding what Theon was saying. “What is a ‘Deviless’ and how is that related to the Winter Solstice?” “It’s a story the Headmistress found, and it mentions a devil and a deviless who fell in love, and then the devil wanted power-” Theon starts.

Derora woke up standing straight, the veratus that surrounded her stared at mher with absolute fear, a thing that was meant to be foreign to beings called forth from the abyss, darathos shivered, "What happened to you?" He asked, Derora saw a flowing stream nearby as she stared at her reflection, eyes blazing red like the fiery furnace, hair dark with a tinge of red at both sides. She smiled and stood straight, "Revived darathos, I have broken the chains that held me to herega" she replied, Derora motioned for him to come closer, he seemed a little skeptical at first, "From where does this power come from, it feels as strong as heregas but more...vile" he said,