Devil Witch Novels & Stories

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 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 strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence: Shams al-Duhur: In a small town, there once lived a sect of corrupt humans who gathered the innocent and slaughtered them as sacrifices to demons. But the demons betrayed them, killing each one and leaving no bodies behind. Their blood filled a vast pit beneath this very town—a pit dug by the devil himself, which became a lake of human blood, fed daily by the endless violence of wars and accidents. From this curse, Malik was born. The devil claimed to be a soldier on Earth and sent him to fill that lake with blood without end. No human being can stop him or uncover his true nature.

"You're acting like I locked you in with the devil." "Yes, you did!" I shot back. I knew I was exaggerating, but for real, she did lock me in with the devil. Dante is the devil. "Do you know what he did? He is so infuriating!" Vittoria burst out laughing, as if the moment were funny.

I answered with shut eyelids. “Wrong!” he exclaimed. “No one has met or spoken to the Devil. You would be surprised to hear that each spirit is made of the same energy. Humans give us different names as per our energy and actions. Incubuses, demons, ghouls, and spirits all are one. What makes us different is our nature. I may not look any different from an evil spirit, but I am not evil at heart.”

“Nature has told me your name. Ah, please forgive my prudent behavior. I am a lowly girl who has recently been chosen by nature. Please forgive me for not knowing basic etiquette when conversing with a high noble like you.” Conan was taken aback yet again. The shaman’s mannerisms were lacking but she didn’t come short of any normal noble. If anything, she was quite benevolent and quick-witted. “The devil. Something troublesome has landed on my land.” Hinata however had other worries. “Has this precinct been inflicted by their cult?” Cult - was the group of fanatic people who were obsessed over some strong belief. A devil cult was a fanatic group of people who worshipped the devil, however, i

He repeated her words highly confused, but had an ounce of knowledge who she was talking about. “You don’t know? That woman cursed by the devil himself and all that voodoo madness. The woman on the TV claiming to be some saint donating to the children hospitals and carrying on. I know a devil when I see one and she is definitely a curse. Our pastor son fell victim to her spell and fell into a depression. Started drinking, but thank ya!...” She lifted her hands in a dramatic pause that caused Antonio to lift an eyebrow. “My God is so worthy. David came back home to us.”

"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.

For what felt like a skyrocket, a figure shot upward to the sky and stood just a few inches from where Zeus was and was also floating on air. Darkness blazed everywhere, and it became so hideous that made Lucas and Draco fall to their knees but as expected Zeus was the only one left standing. The devil had emerged, and he was just like the replica of Lucas. Same features, but only that the Devil's hair was darker and he had a crest on his forehead. “Hello son.” Luci the devil spoke while facing his back at Lucas. Lucas, who was on his knees, finally felt a little strength surging around him, and he quickly got up.

My mind drifts to Savannah fuelling my hunger to save her, my hunger to survive. How can I let her live in the Villa with such a monster? A man who doesn’t have an ounce of empathy within him. Does he have no compassion for women whatsoever? I’m sure there are laws in the Elite Families bible about harming women and children. He's the devil incarnate, a grim reaper with a heart as black as coal, a grinch who steals joy and a boogeyman, who haunts your dreams all rolled into one. Don Valentino is like a dark and stormy night, causing the air to grow thick with the stench of fear and desperation.