Devil Stories Novels & Stories

“Weird how?” “Ranting about an urban legend,” he said, rubbing his temple. Faith’s voice softened. “What legend?” He hesitated, glance flicking between his dad, the officer, and Faith. “I’d be wasting your time.” “You wouldn’t,” Elsie said gently. “I’ve heard worse.” He exhaled. “They called it the devil’s mirror. Said it was here—some ancient relic that traps souls… or opens doorways. They were drunk. Sounded like a ghost story.”

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

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.

‘But…what are Mirror Devils? When she saw the confused looks on Darryl and the others’ faces, she bit her lips and continued, “Mirror Devils are unusual. They’re really evil and like to transform into stone steles. The surface of the stone steles will be as smooth as a mirror. Once someone approaches and looks into the mirror, the Mirror Devil will transform into that person. So, your sister and friend were ambushed by these Mirror Devils.” Quincy and the others looked at Darryl, feeling ashamed of themselves.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

"I feel so very scared because after all this is something that is very, very difficult for me to achieve and also this is something that is very, very complicated. For the past few days the kings have not given any news at all and I was thinking that maybe after two more days Mr. Robert and the two of you would go to catch up with the king and help them. How do I feel like I'm not okay? In fact, I feel that this will be something that will make the demons very happy because they feel they have been able to exorcise and also do something so evil to us. Is it true that everything is like that and will we always think about something bad or something else? Because after all this will be a very

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

“The Wendells, my uncle, whoever planted the rot—I'll find out. I’ll burn every thread they touched. But we do it on our terms now. From the shadows.” Ayra nodded slowly. “Then let’s stay ghosts.” Lucian smirked. “For now.” --- Outside, the wind picked up, whistling through the trees. The world believed them dead. Burnt beyond recognition. Their enemies would scramble for control, hunting phantoms in every shadow. But the dead had a way of walking again. And this time, they would not return as heirs or criminals. They would return as fire.

To the outside world, the Devil’s City was a place of myth and legend—a land where darkness reigned, where nothing thrived but death and shadows. Tales of terror whispered through the lands, painting pictures of a place cloaked in eternal night, where vampires ruled with iron fangs and talons of blood. But the truth was far more dangerous—and far more beautiful.

They were horribly ruthless, terrible creatures, and if a kid was snatched and taken by a devil, they would never be able to return to their homes and families. The solemnity of Erika’s tone coupled with the chilling tales would scare me to the core. I would swear repeatedly that I would behave myself and be a good girl out of fear that a devil would seize me and take me away to some unknown abyss. But Ector was another story. My golden-haired, brave brother would argue with the maid and insist that since Father could protect us, how would the devils even get to us? Erika always found a way to explain it away. Devils were good at disguising themselves, she told us. They would appear to be ki