Devil Whispering Drawing Novels & Stories

'No—release my son! The devil ignored him, raising a clawed hand. The air tore open before him—a jagged void, a maw of swirling blackness rimmed with flickering red flames, whispering promises of eternal torment. It yawned wide, sucking light from the chamber, the edges fraying reality itself. With Kael clutched tight, the devil stepped toward it, the boy's struggles growing frantic.

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

I turn around swiftly , hoping desperately that I just imagined that voice. Unfortunately for me , I did not imagine it. The devil himself was standing right in front of me with a smug look on his face. He wears a grey sweat pants , with his upper body bare from any fabric. His appearance does not help at the least , as the wetness between my legs get greater. My throat feels like sand paper , though I just drank water a few seconds ago.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

A wave of strong energy swirled around me before he spoke. "What’s the point of being a demon when you can’t use illusions to your advantage?" A devil’s smirk tugged on his mouth, and his eyes blazed red for a second before they went back to normal. "All they see is the sexy librarian helping a man look for books. They will never find out that the sexy library was about to let the man with her devour her perfect breasts."

“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.

"Chris!" Scraping his teeth over her covered clit, Chris groaned at her desperate whines. He hooked his fingers in her waistband and drew the scrap of lace down her trembling thighs. The musky scent of her arousal filled his nose as he breathed her in. She was glistening, pink and perfect. His mouth watered.

A second later, Venus was buzzing. Dozens of fiery figures seemed to float round throughout the field. They are shaped like a burning demon's head. Their noses are only dark cracks; their mouths are grinning and show black teeth with fires. The color eyes of those creatures are as dark as darkness, with long, pointy ears like the image of a demon from hell. One figure slipped in front of Venus. The heat and grip suddenly made Venus's chest tighten. “Are they what you meant by the head of the flying devil that time?” Venus asked nervously to the boy whose face was pale now.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

Suddenly Win was pushing him away, his hands clutching at his head. "Adom!" he called, eyes darkening into black as the lesser demons that had come to surround them began shrieking—running away in fright. Adom watched them, his nostrils flaring. If they were running, then everyone else should as well. He waved his fingers and a big circle appeared. The devil took hold of Win and all but dragged the other man through. The illusionary space shimmered around them and a peaceful dark forest appeared. The trees were cast in the ethereal glow of a moon too large and an overabundance of fireflies.