Devil Spawn Novels & Stories

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

"Offer a man power, and he shall do anything for you. But even though I love to chat, it is time for the next show." I listen in horror as he starts to recite the ancient words of a spell I know that is not in the Seven Spells. This man is clearly trying to take a shortcut, though now is not the time for me to worry about how stupid he truly is. The voices of the witches screech over the howls of the wolves. The Demons start to scatter around as I watch in horror as the ground beneath them begins to open. The Devils Trap, a spell that consumes the earth and everything above it, the process has started and will not stop until all in the stadium has been sucked in. This will go wrong; this spe

Lucy answered, eyes on the ceiling. "I don't get." Maris blinked rapidly at Lucy, feeling dirtier than a gutter. "A demon feeds by having sex with me?" "Yeah, like Incubus. But this one isn't an Incubus, it's what the devil needs to complete his ritual to rule the Earth and Hades." "So it's the devil's entity that everyone has been haunting me for?" Maris questioned and Lucy nodded. Abruptly, the door creaked open and Maris jerked, crawling away from the bars and stopped just beside Lucy.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

"I won't stop until 'he' acknowledges that I'm better than he will ever be. I will show him that even a monster...can still be human." His eyes met mine as soon as he spat his words and I gulped. His appearance all together held nothing but malice, hatred and pain. This kind of behaviour was both astounding and unsettling. I've never seen him show so many emotions all at once...And more importantly, I've never seen him look so dark and devilish.

Caspian's body suddenly gave off a thunderous sound. This loud noise shook a large number of the Extraterritorial Devils who were charging at him to death. Caspian immediately brandished his Fiend Slaying Spear and shattered the thousands of Extraterritorial Devils. Demonic flames swirled about. They swept out, and all of the Demonic Cores and true spirits were collected. None of the venerables survived. They used the magical power of the Sky Devil. They were either fierce or violent like the claws of the Sky Devil, with a ghost head devouring the sun, or turned into seductive beauties, tempting others.

No response and then I thought of calling him from his real self as I shouted loudly, "Devil, please show yourself." And BOOM Here he stood in front of me not as Oliver but in his real true self, He had turned black, his eyes were red, his body was huge now his two tongues hanging out from his mouth, and a thin stream of vomit seemed to appear in my throat at the disgusted and fearful view. I couldn't help but start inhaling deeply as the fear of him started clouding my heart again. He took predatory steps toward me and I stumbled backward, stammering from fear, “Don’t… Don’t… get close to me,”