Devil's Rise Novels & Stories

I can't place where exactly. Vincent Halstead, the Devil of Deals. Was that the same man I met? This elusive Devil just handed me a kitten? “I don't know, what if it's not him?” “There's only one way to find out,” Seraphina sighs. “What do you think though? Did he have the devilish aura?” “Oh he had more than the aura. He looked like he stepped out of hell or something—” The door opens and Charles walks in. “Sera, I'll call you back.”

The earth cracked as he collapsed, fading into stone, to be forever sealed beneath the temple. Silence. Levi crossed over to Aria who was horrified by all she had witnessed. She was relieved that she was still breathing, but she was terrified of what Lucas had become. The devil smiled, and disappeared into thin air. Lucas raised his head, and his eyes met Aria's. There was nothing he could do to quell her fear for him at the moment. With one deadly glare at Levi, he disappeared.

Where all but the tiny fraction of the submerged iceberg, he needed to swim through, walk ahead, play along and end up tying the loose end of the real shard of ‘his’ devil. For his fate stands to be both the good and evil, the stand-in line of their very blessed fate and destruction. “Tsk!” with a smirk then a giggle, HE compliments as HE is proud and content of the person he becomes. HE who is the one manipulating, him who is just a shard of ‘his’ and the other them to whom he needed to tie and trap into. The time is ticking as the devil is needed to be resurrected and the very vessel is needed to wake up. Him who is the trend and at the same time the binder shall be the sacrifice and will

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "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.

I queried, "you said you already know everything about me, so what is the point of getting myself over dressed?" " I didn't say that!" Here we go again this the third time we are having an argument in less than 72 hours. " I wanted to say that you look beautiful in a casual dress," " Am I wearing a dress right now?" I asked walking towards the bench. " Why don't you go over to the rollercoaster?" It will be fun. _______ Author POV Julianne went into the rollercoaster ride with her invisible lover which she can't see, A female demon who was watching over Damien was fuming at their back, she raised her hand and pushed the air with supernatural force sending Julianne down from the top of the ro

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

I clenched my fists so tight that my knuckles turned white, and the blood under my skin seemed to boil. "They think they have won," I laughed darkly. The sound echoed through the empty hall, cold and cruel. "They think that by taking her, they found my weakness. They think they can break me." I looked up at Dimitri, and I saw him flinch under my gaze. "They are wrong," I hissed, my voice dripping with poison. "They didn't find my weakness. They awakened the beast. They awakened the Devil." Images flashed through my mind like lightning.

How tall is this devil? “Galileo, put her in a room on you guys’ floor,” the devil instructed. “Si, boss.”(Yes). He took a step towards the elevators before he paused and partially turned. “We still leave at dawn,” he informed. “Should I book Flora’s ride for the same time?” Galileo inquired. “Does she bribe you or something?” From where I stood, I saw his eyes flash with anger. “Sorry, boss. I just assumed…since you’ve not been seeing others aside her lately…”

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

Two more breaths were heard, but the devil was not interested, his whole body and eyes only on Isabella. He knew he loathed humans, but this girl's invitation was fucking tempting. A human could lure a devil was impossible, but the way the devil was drawn toward Isabella could make someone think twice. "My prey," the devil's voice growled and his nail was about to touch his prey's cheeks when the devil's nose smelled an inhuman smell, and he was well aware of it. His eyes fell on the same dress Isabella has wore in the morning which was on the table near the bed. His hand reached to the dress and brought it near his nose and at that time his horn emerged on his head while his hand burned tha