Devil Witch Novels & Stories

Elian pressed closer, spectral hands reaching uselessly, horror rooting him as the chamber dissolved into chaos—clashing steel, demonic roars, the infant's wail cutting through like a knife. It dawned on Damitri then, in that frozen instant, the witch's warnings he'd ignored: the entity he'd summoned wasn't ally or benefactor, but the Devil of the Abyss, binder of souls, weaver of curses that tainted bloodlines forever. The power he'd stolen now poisoned his legacy, birthing a thirst in his sons that the full moon would eternally ignite—a blood hunger that chained the wolf to infernal chains.

I say, trying to keep my voice stable without any shudders. “Why should I?” he asks, tightening his hand around his neck further. Master Tsertinand starts to choke, gasping for air. “He tried to kill me.” “They are only trying to rescue me,” I protest. “You yourself said that you don’t enjoy killing. If you want me to believe you, let him go. You got no beef with him. I don’t even think you know his name.” “True, I don’t,” the devil says with a shrug. “But he is a witch, and a witch’s soul is awfully potent. If I absorb it, I could increase my own power tenfold. Even the very thought is truly tempting, don’t you think?”

I don’t want to actually summon anything…let alone the Devil. I sink down onto a velvet settee in front of the window and run my fingers over the dark purple velvet. There have only been firsthand accounts recorded about what happens when the Devil is summoned, and no one knows exactly how accurate those accounts are. No one knows for sure what he looks like. Some reports describe him the way pop culture does. Tall, horned, with the face of a goat and the body of a lamb. Others describe him as a handsome man in a suit. We went over it briefly in my advanced-level defensive magic class, and it’s one of those subjects the professors here don’t like to talk about in fear it could encourage an i

Lucy answered, eyes on the ceiling. "I don't get." Maris blinked rapidly at Lucy, feeling dirtier than a gutter. "A demon feeds by having sex with me?" "Yeah, like Incubus. But this one isn't an Incubus, it's what the devil needs to complete his ritual to rule the Earth and Hades." "So it's the devil's entity that everyone has been haunting me for?" Maris questioned and Lucy nodded. Abruptly, the door creaked open and Maris jerked, crawling away from the bars and stopped just beside Lucy.

They worshipped his body as they worshipped all devil and greater demons. Win hands traced the scarred lines that whirled around Adom chest, fingers taking in the blackened and charred skin of this demonic form. The devil had been hesitant to try this with Win, but this form was far more powerful than the human veil that he wore. It would ensure that even more magic would infuse into Win body.

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."