Devil's Face Game Novels & Stories

“Smitten, aren’t you?” a disembodied but familiar voice asks. Devlin stands up slowly, brushing his wet hand angrily across his mouth. He hunches forward as if preparing for a fight and huffs as the voice bearer walks inside the bathroom. The man has a fresh scar across his nose and a corny, nefarious smile dancing on his pink and supple heart-shaped lips. His posture screams pride, arrogance and conceit, values heaven granted him at his birth.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 �

, the wicked woman happily announced. “There will be only one rule for this game”, she paused. She gazed everyone joyfully. “The game will only be over when your enemy drop dead”, she added. The whole crowd begun to make a noise. Then, there was one brave creature who spoke his thought. “Evil, I refused to participate”, the creature replied. It caught the attention of the wicked woman. She looked for the voice to where it came from. “Come forward, you daredevil”, the wicked woman commanded.

demon read their name, Zoe was a girl and Leri was a boy. the girl had quite angry nature, and she look frustrated, she is here to win, and the boy got cheerful and happy nature, he want to help her in every way possible, but the girl always seems so far from his reach but he still tries to chase her. this game is a game of past trauma, each player will be connected, to a device, and as each player comes, he will be sent to his dark or beautiful memories and their partner have to wake them up, if they fail to wake them up, that player can never wake up, now questions arise how to going to wake their partner when they going to be in deep sleep and dreaming about their past.

A big figure flapped his wings and flew toward the sitting man, and the man didn't sit back, he also turned into a devil, changing his green eyes to red and opening his black wings, while his wing took him higher to dodge the attack of Satan. "You never have done this in hell, but today you are on fire because of that girl. Isn't it amazing?" the red-eyed devil said and rushed to Satan, Alexander. "As I've already declared in hell that only I can play with my prey and I will decide when she will die or how long she will live," Alexander growled at the devil and lobbed a punch toward him, but it didn't fall on the devil, however, it destroyed the ceiling.

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.”

"Since I've had my fill of enjoying your body, you're free to move now." As soon as her hands were free, without thinking, Yara swung her hand hard at Damian's face. The sound of the slap filled the room. Damian was silent for a moment, his face turned to the side from the blow. Slowly, he raised his hand, touching his now reddened cheek. When he looked back at Yara, his eyes were dark, filled with cold anger. "You dare slap me?" His voice was low, but the look in his eyes was sharp.

"I forgot... you're not too strong for that." "Stop playing games with me." "I never play. You know it. But why would you come to me for something the goddess has refused to open up to you?" The devil circled him once, and stopped to peer into his face. "You want me to snitch on Selene. Are you sure you can handle the truth?" Lucas's chest tightened, rage twisting into fear as he saw the serious look on Lucifer's face. The devil was one to laugh, smile or smirk even at the face of death. But now, he was wearing a deep frown, and Lucas found this strange.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a drum. “You’re right,” Dominique said, his voice low and menacing. “But since you think I’m the devil, then I’ll gladly accept the name. And you, my dear, will be known as The Devil’s Handmaiden.” My heart raced as Dominique’s words hung in the air, a dark promise that sent shivers down my spine. The reality of my situation crashed down on me with the force of a tidal wave. This wasn’t just some cruel joke or a bad dream this was my new reality. And Dominique was the one holding all the cards.

“It's Barbie, bitch” My palm itched, I so badly wanted to strangle her, but restrained myself. “Right. Barbie it is,” I said through gritting teeth. “We are a team. Let's act like one...” Before I could finally, a growl echoed nearby. Jolted around pulling out my daggers. This game was moving too fast for my taste. Jus then a Devourer burst from the shadows—python head snapping, body moving too fast to track. “Barbara!” I shouted. “Grab a weapon!”