Devil's Lock Hair Novels & Stories

The growl evolved and fluctuated in so much rage. He is faster than I imagine and getting closer sooner than I expected. I pull my sword out of thin air. The sword that's been forged by the man who is famously known as the "Devil's hand". Every soldier and warrior dreams of possessing a weapon that is been forged by him. It is said to be indestructible and the only weapon that can kill a supernatural being. You may be wondering how I possessed a such treasure, well, he used to summon me and wished to be the best blacksmith in the world, so I gave the Devil's hand and in return, instead of taking his soul, I ask him to make me the best sword that can kill all types of supernatural being inclu

Allura Vezar. Lieve had already told him about this. A treacherous smirk crept on his face as the devil inside him roared at him to take that life, which was alive because of that bastard’s blood. His predacious steps made their way towards the door, which horrified Allura. She immediately locked the door and turned around to get away from the door, but couldn't because her long hair had gotten stuck in between the door. She hissed in pain, and that turned his grin more venomous, who was standing right outside that closed door. His gaze fell on those brown strands of hair, which had been embedded in between the doors.

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

This thing had a body covered with dark, furry hair, and claws that were digging into the shoulder of the screaming man in a suit, while the beast stood on its two legs. With a howl that shattered the glasses in the windows, the monster threw his head back. I froze, putting my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the gasp that nearly escaped from my mouth. The monster stopped. Turning its head slowly and menacingly, the beast revealed its features. It looked like a wolf, but with those crystal blue eyes... Luca's eyes. I backed up, almost tripping on the carpet. The wolf bared its teeth through its mouth that was smiling. It had seen me before; it knew who I was. Its blue eyes glowed red in

The blood color on his dry hair began to spread and instantly turned into blood-stained red hair. With blood-red clothes and blood-red hair, his eyes were like stars, and his facial features were picturesque. He was Chu the Devil. The Blue-scaled Eagle was scared out of its wits. "My Lord, are you Chu the Devil?" At this moment, Blue-scaled Eagle broke down. How could its lord be Chu the Devil? It was so unbelievable. Chu Xun chuckled and said, "Does anyone else in the world dare to pretend to be me?" "No. I think it's incredible." Blue-scaled Eagle's voice was trembling.

I gasp. He fists my hair at the nape of my neck and yanks my head back, twisting it so I can look him in the eyes as he corrects my words, “The only one that you should be worshipping is me, and I am no God.” He leans in, biting my lower lip, drawing my blood, and licking it. He smiles down at me wickedly, and says, “I am the Devil incarnate, baby,” as he thrusts hard and deep, pretty much hitting my cervix each time. “Oh, Sir, I’m going to come!” I moan.

Maddy has no right to say her daughter’s name using that filthy mouth. “You bitch!” She grabbed her by the hair and pinned her back to the wall and gave her a hard slap on the face. “Unhand me! Now!” Maddy fights back but she’s defenseless against the raging fury of Devon. “No, I won’t! I’ve been trying to hold back myself but I can’t do it now. I wanted to rip your face this instant!” She twisted her hair in her hand and pulled a handful of strands. Maddy looked at the amount of her hair in Devon’s hand and shrieked. “My hair! What did you do to my hair?!”

Someone was sniffing on my bed, or rather, on my hair. With further more concentration, I registered an arm laying over my stomach. Then I felt the tiniest movement from my right, as if some creature was nuzzling my neck. Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes and narrowed them at the arm that was still holding me. When the arm didn't move itself from my point of vision, I trailed my eyes up the arm and shifted slightly, coming face to face with a devil who was sniffing my hair in his sleep. My eyes narrowed further. This particular devil looked cute, at least he did in his sleep, with his long eyebrows fanning his cheeks and his lips pursed like a baby. But that did not mean he could sleep ne

“You’ll do what?...” The devil returned to his eyes as he snarled, his rage palpable. He launched at me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking it harshly. My head was forced back, my face tilting upward to meet his. The sharp pain in my scalp made me grit my teeth, struggling to stifle the agony.

the devil warned. "Well, we have tasted of the fruit, chewed, suckled on its sinful nectar, and swallowed its remains, we might as well make it worth our while," the angel moaned breathlessly, hands reaching for his Devil. The Devil groaned but wouldn't move towards his alluring hands, worried this angel might someday want to return to his Heavenly home but if he granted his wish then he would remain with him for eternity. Was it him talking or the lust burning within his restless soul? The Devil wondered but he couldn't deny his own fierce needs, this unquenchable thirst, it drove him into madness and no matter how many souls he dragged into Hell to assuage this craving, it never was enough