Devil Stories Novels & Stories

he said, "because he had most of the humans on his side 'cause they where his after all from selling their souls, he formed minions to rebel against God's orders" He reaches for her cheek and caresses, " as pure as you are, that's just how they were back then. But, the devil knew more than fighting a fair war" his lips pulled up into a smile, " they neither knew how sweet sex is and how amazing sin was until they got lured by the humans who were under the devil and did the forbidden... They fornicated, committed adultery, killed and even lied"

They snared at the warriors who were also confused by what was happening. Little did the vampires know that this was not the doing of the Mood Goddess. When dusk took over their eyes adjusted to the night and when thy fully adjusted, they saw something they never thought existed at they believed that the only bad that could ever exist in the world as it believed was the existence of supernatural beings. But they were wrong, what was in front of them was the devil, the power radiating from him was something they could not comprehend and the voices they were hearing in their heads were too commanding for them to resist.

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

The devil is killing not just the supernatural creatures, he is killing the humans as well but luckily he hasn't revealed the existence of the night creatures Dear readers please check out my other novel on W******l "A Deal Is A Deal."

"I swore on my parents' graves that one day I would come back. I would burn their world down. I would take back everything that was mine, and I would make them pay for every drop of blood they spilled." "And that is how the Devil was born, Belle. To survive in this world, I had to become worse than the monsters. I had to become the Devil himself." THE HEALING Silence filled the room. Isabella looked at me with tears streaming down her face. She didn't look scared. She didn't look at me like I was a monster. She looked at me with pity... and love. "Oh, Alex..." she cried softly, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me into a hug. "My poor baby... you went through all that alone?"

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"

That night, the devil visited his son for the first time after a hundred years. The lights in Lucas room had suddenly gone off accompanied by a strange wind. Lucas stood from his bed, and his eyes changed. A spear appeared in his hand, and he got ready for whatever dared to come into his room. A shadow crept into the room from the window, and Lucas raised the spear to stab the shadow with it, but he heard a familiar voice. "Is that how you greet your father after a hundred years?" The devil asked. "Lucifer." Lucas spat his name, and the devil scoffed.

“It is the same battle that has raged since time begun. Since Eve ate the forbidden fruit. Who will conquer all? Good or Evil? “The Devil sent a group of upper-level demons to scout the seven spiritual realms and harvest souls to use in his army. Souls that were innocent. Tenebris was sent to earth. A plague to the world as it were.” “So why would Tenebris pose such a risk to myself, or the werewolves?” I ask in confusion. “To understand that you must first understand his history…”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

”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.