Devil Video Games Novels & Stories

But when she returned to her room, she found a small black box sitting on the table. Curious, she hesitated before lifting the lid. Inside was a sleek headset—an advanced AI-driven VFX device. Hema’s brows furrowed. What was this? Before she could question it further, the door opened, and Zayden walked in. Their eyes met. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his gaze—something calculating. “Put it on,” he said. Hema frowned, stepping back slightly. “What is this?” Zayden didn’t answer. Instead, he took the device and stepped toward her, his movements slow but deliberate.

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”

Ryan praised as they bursted out laughing. Warren spoke next, “Come on, bro…Or were you fucking a hole in there?” I exhaled sharply, my ears itched to hear his response. “Dickheads.” Leonardo cursed. Their footsteps retreated. “Just tell us, huh…it's been a while the devil fucked a hole.” Ryan pressed. My heart melted with joy, hearing that statement. But it didn't last for long. “Good. Now let’s get him two girls for the night.” Ryan breathed.

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.

It's all too much to bear. But then, why would Saint want to hear my side of the story even though he already knew the truth and had proof of how I killed Vicktor? There has to be valuable reasoning. Yes, the way he forced it out of me was fucked up but it also brought comfort to me because he forced it out of me... I will never admit it out loud because I am ashamed but thrilled that I am finally being seen by the devil himself. God, what am I thinking!? I groan in frustration. Lying back in the tub, taking a deep breath as I completely submerge myself under the water.

Made me understood that father’s game was all over too. Then Madarashi put the dagger on the ground and calmly came and untied me. I was still conscious and unconscious at the same time. But this was the time I got to my senses and witnessed ‘The DEVIL’ for the first time. I looked at his face, he was insanely smiling and then burst into laughter. He looked like a freaking devil at that time. I really freaked out at that time. But suddenly he calmed down and said,

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

Vito continued, “Stay the fuck away from everything I own. You look in their direction again, you breathe in their air, and the next time I walk into one of your places, I won’t be alone. And you won’t be breathing. Do you understand me?” Matteo’s jaw worked back and forth. He glanced at the laptop screen again, watching Vito’s men laugh and relax on camera, completely oblivious. “You fucked up first.” He muttered finally. “You played me.” Vito pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down like he had all the time in the world. “Are you sure about that?” “I don’t need a fucking angel to reveal that.” Vito laughed dryly. “Alright. What have you got to fight me with?”

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

Diana was still in the white gown that she wore in the tower, but from her face to her body she had turned more towards the demonic side. Terrified, a few soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt. “Who did this…” Diana mumbled gruffly. “Why the hell did you stop your attacks, prince Devon?” Vidar said. “Finish them! End them here! Can’t you see? She is a demoness. The warmonger. The filthy blood that has brought destruction to this world. Kill them both!” Devon looked even more confused from Vidar’s comment, but he didn’t attack. “Fine! I will do this myself!” Vidar snatched the gun from Devon’s hand and incessantly shot at Diana, but Zephyr threw himself in the middle.