Devil Stories Novels & Stories

He beams evilly, his fingers wrapped around my neck, "You can't run away from Papa. You know that better than anyone, don't you?" "P-please s-stop!" I choke on a sob as his hold only got fiercer, "you are h-hurting me." "Shut up!" He growls, slamming my head against the wall. "P-please, Papa." I whimper in agony, while his talons dig deeper into the skin of my neck. "I begged you that day, didn't I?" He releases a dark chuckle, and I gasp in fright when a single drop of sun's rays falls on his eyes. The eyes are like a black hole of never-ending doom; so sinister I fear them more than the owner.

They were even male or female, which was closely related to the gender of the absorbed cultivator. "She is crazy. She iss crazy.... There's no need to recruit such a lunatic. Just kill her!" "That's right. We are devil cultivators, the cultivators who have fallen into the devil realm. They are natural demons and are different from us after all." "You disobedient demons, just kill them. Don't think you're so amazing that you can easily defeat you!" The devil cultivators under the royal uncle also rushed toward the Queen Mother of Vermins. However, there were too many bugs hatched by the Queen Mother of Vermins. Each of them directly grabbed the devil cultivator, bit their flesh, absorbed thei

Lidya giving me another preacher of hers while chewing her fruit salad at the cafetaria. She doesn't like how my face looked right now. She starts giving preacher about the side effect of staying up, starting from the dull color of hair, hairloss, dark circle, dull face, acne, dry skin, black spot and so on. Like I care! Huff she doesn't know the reason why I fight to stay not asleep. The seconds my eyes shut, his shadow is appearing, I wonder if there is a spell to block this kind of things. I did browse for that actually, they said to prevent bad dream we must hang a dreamcatcher-scoff.. I think it will take more than that to repel this evil terror. Should I call a shaman to jinxed him? Oh

"You did it to me on enough occasions that I can tell when something is off." The older devil pursed his lips but didn't apologize—not that Win would bother asking him to. It was a fool's errand to seek out remorse from a creature as old as Adom Lucifer. Win felt the lesser demons begin crawling out from under the furniture and slithering their way towards him. He allowed a few of them to claw their way up his clothing and onto his shoulder. One of them hissed at Adom and the older devil eye twitched as his fingers came up to destroy the tiny demon but Win turned away.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

After slowly getting to his feet, Saint Darkwind replied, “Well, I did manage to find one important clue… While I don’t know who the culprit could be, I’m pretty certain of what their goal had been for slaughtering so many people with bloodline spiritual essence!” “…Oh? Go on…” “Basically, that person is most probably trying to go against the law of heaven! They’re trying to absorb the peoples’ bloodline spiritual essence so that they can forge a devish body and become a devil! As for why, it’s said that during the legendary times, devils were the only beings capable of fighting against deities. After all, deities and devils are pretty similar. Both are immortals whose souls would never rein

"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.

“Fine. But if I have nightmares, I’m blaming you.” Elly’s expression turned serious. “They say that long ago, blood-drinking demons lived in this valley. Not metaphorical demons. Real ones. They hypnotized people. Enslaved them. Tortured and killed them for sport. The demons built their kingdom on human suffering.” Despite my sarcasm, the story caught my attention. “Go on.”

Tatang Poso explained. "Diablo? Do you mean the orcs or the beasts?" Lucas asked here. It shook its head. It's worse than that. It's been a year since the mystery of the devils began. Suddenly they appeared. They absorb people's souls, and they only come out when it's dark." Tatang Poso explained. "W-what the?" I whispered. I was suddenly horrified by what he said. Soul-sucking demon? It's no different from a ghost! I was suddenly nervous. I'm not that brave when it comes to those ghosts.

“It’s just these weird dreams I’ve been having… they are messing with my head, Diana.” Devon had told me about this before. The weird pictures in his head had been keeping him awake at night. He told me it was a small little girl that kept on appearing in his dreams and was being haunted by the dark spirits that surrounded her. The little girl screamed and pleaded for help, but no one came for her. No one helped. She was forever stuck in that nightmare, always alone in a corner and covering her ears from the voices in her head.