Devil Stories Novels & Stories

We get back to the club house as Legion goes straight to the door to unlock it to see that both girls were sitting on the bed. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I wasn’t that shock she didn’t want to explain herself. If she were innocent, I would think she would jump to explaining things, but no she stays silent. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?” “No, please don’t make me go back to them.”

Myra demanded as she slammed the door. Myra’s nose was bleeding, she reached in her jacket to retrieve a hankerchief. She tilted her head back, pressed the cloth to her nose and said, “You must not speak to it dear. This man Jedd made some kind of deal with the devil. It’s not him dear or just a shadow figure. This entity is ancient. Each deal it makes it grows stronger, darker, more malicious. There’s more than just Jedd in there. Who knows how many dark souls are twisted into that thing. Do not speak to it, you’re giving it more power.” She nodded at Jess’ thighs. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jess looked down at her thighs and there were three bloody claw marks on the inside of each

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

And now, the strings tighten. Damitri slumped, sword clattering from numb fingers, his breaths ragged wheezes. The queen sobbed, clutching the infant tighter, while the boy stared with wide, tear-streaked eyes, fists balled at his sides. The devil's gaze shifted, those crimson slits narrowing with predatory hunger. He released Damitri with a casual flick, the shadows recoiling like whipped serpents, and strode toward the child. His hooves clicked ominously on the flagstones, tail lashing behind him, barbed tip carving shallow furrows in the stone. He paused before the boy, then crouched low, wings folding with a leathery rustle, bringing his grotesque face level with the child's. Sulfurous b

“Someone who forgot I don’t play nice.” “What the hell is this place?” He finally turned his head. “A front. They sell cars on paper, but that’s not what’s really happening here.” “And what’s really happening?” “Debt. Power. Trades.” My chest tightened. “People?” “Sometimes.” I stared at him, trying to read between the calmness on his face. He didn’t look proud of it. But he wasn’t ashamed either. “I don’t want to be part of this,” I said quietly.

The devil agreed to leave the people of the village be, so long as Christian succumbed and pledged to him his service. I ain’t read that story in years. The Father don’t speak many sermons on that part of the legend, or anything following the initial resurrection of the martyr. But it made sense in my head when Christian… when he claimed to be the Christian… I was thinking the devil in this story was probably just that vampire he’d had stalking him, ‘infatuated’ and all that. A vampire wouldn’t have a problem performing ‘miracle’ and bringing Christian back to life after his father bashed his head in. Then that same vamp took to tormenting the commune Chris mentioned because he couldn’t let

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

Swiftly I nod while I tremble. “Good, now be a good girl and come here, the sun is still up, so we can get started, we have a long…. The night ahead of us Vida," the devil tells. Now I understand, it is true that the devil doesn't bargain.

The pain in her throat was so terrible that she coughed up blood after answering the question: "Yes, sir..." Humans call Vampires the devil from hell, but it is humans who are the evil devils.