Devilish Demon Novels & Stories

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

he whispers nudging my forehead Sleep with me twenty thousand times and your debt is gone My eyes widened in horror, "Mr Voss, I don’t think I can last long for twenty thousand nights" my voice hoarse He smirked, Then, seven times per day Two thousand-eight hundred days You can last that long right? Seven times a day???! Even whores don't go that extra His face contorted, what did you say? He questioned. His face darkened, he pressed a knee between my thighs.

“I hope you know what you're doing. Because if this goes wrong, not only will you have lost Aylin... You'll also have pissed off the Devil.” Roman rested his elbows on the desk, his smile sharp as a knife. “Dominic... I am the Devil.” “I know, that's why I'm telling you... If it goes wrong, even you won't be able to stand yourself...”

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

James glared at the Devouring Demon. The Devouring Demon was a bizarre being comprised of various body parts from countless different races. His soul was also abnormal and held similarities to the evil spirits of the Dark World. In the Dark World, some evil spirits would devour other souls to grow stronger. James could sense one dominant soul within the Devouring Demon, but at the same time, there were also others within him. “You should take his offer!” “Hurry up, and take it!”

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.

Jeje looks surprised. “Right, his life is blessed by the devils and demons like you. He is protected by the direct command of Lucifer, the king of devils, and blessed by seven high-level devils that represent deadly seven sins, Asmodeus, lust, Mammon, greed, Leviathan, envy, Beelzebub, gluttony, Belphegor, sloth, Amon, wrath, and Lucifer himself, pride. And that’s why you have such a tough life as no God retainer blesses you, and you have no choice but to be blessed by the devils that you are here right now. And that’s why you are called "Starless" which means something black and dark.” ßenlong explained. Alfi remains silent.

"His demonic charm hasn't been fully brought out yet." With a single thought, one could become a saint or a devil. The most frightening kind of demon wasn't the obvious villain with bared fangs and claws. It was someone who appeared kind and virtuous, yet harbored the heart of a fallen angel—calm and serene on the surface but consumed by endless desire within.