Novel & Cerita Devilish Ghost

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

“I've helped you get the immortality you desire, and now I'm helping you again, controlling Barbara so that she can kill the victims that you will make sacrifices for me.” Reksa stepped forward, approaching Hugo with a breath that smelled like a mixture of sulfur and wet tar. The devil gripped the Cursed's shoulder, making him grit his teeth in the pain and heat from Reksa's hands. Within seconds, Reksa's form was no longer human, but like a real devil, flaming red and black. Hugo's shoulders slowly smoked, but not the slightest sign of fire could come out.

***** ~Author’s POV~ “My, my, my…” Vesper purrs, blowing an air kiss. “My Sweet Possession. I knew you’d come to me.” Lucy glares at him, hatred burning in her eyes. He looks exactly as he did in her nightmares— Towering with broad-shoulders, eyes like pits of shadow, sharp canine teeth. Long, glowing fingers twitching with dark energy, his hair black as midnight. Vesper is the embodiment of a devil’s charm. He's beautiful, deadly and soulless.

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

He glanced at the dim cave entrance and threw a punch forward, unleashing an intimidating force. Boom! The punch was sharp and terrifying, sending shockwaves through the air. The other two were startled, sensing something dreadful lurking inside the cave. Adrian's attack had clearly provoked whatever was hiding within. Roar! Roar! Suddenly, furious, inhuman roars echoed from the cave as a ghostly figure emerged. It was surrounded by a black, eerie aura filled with dreadful energy. The old man was stunned, realizing this was a Human Ghoul at the Divine Stage. He was horrified to discover such a terrifying presence hidden within the cave. The shock was overwhelming. Adrian had drawn out this c

She intended to return to her new lover after the disgusting song was finished so that she wouldn't have to suffer with her annoying boss. “What makes someone turn evil overnight?” "Are you talking to me?" Xander lowered his head slightly to look at Angel's face, which was shining from the spotlight. “Forget it. I am no longer interested in talking to you.” "No." "What?" “No man turns evil overnight.” “Oh. I thought demons could make a man turn evil overnight.” “Demons would rather make a man fall for the temptation of a sexy woman.” Angel sighed in relief as the song stopped playing. She stepped back to get away from Xander. But something kept them pressed against each other until Angel had

his eyes were as sharp as the tip of a keen knife. The sound of the club scraping against the floor hurt my ears. His aura was so frighteningly deuced that I even deemed him to be the scariest man I’ve ever seen in my nightmare. But honestly though, ghosts and poltergeists were scarier. I didn’t like them, especially Valak. He must be Valak’s son. On the bright side, he’s the coolest devil I’ve seen so far. He’s taller than me and as I recalled, he’s the foreigner who slipped badly because of my ID. That's his karma and he have to deal with it!

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.”

When he notices Harold, he jumps as if zapped by electricity. "Gruelling gastritis! Be gone from me, you vile offspring of Satan!" Harold halts whilst Sid keeps rubbing his eyes and glaring at Harold. He does this repeatedly before shrieking once again like a hoarse-voiced banshee. "Abstract apparition! I am seeing a ghost! Flee from me you godforsaken demon. Scram! I said be gone you deranged ghost. Why should you haunt me? You brought it upon yourself! You are despicable! I command thee to return to the netherworld. Be gone from the land of the living!"

"What an evil weapon that is." The Ghost Flag was one of the spiritual weapons the devil cultivators liked to use. It was forged with thousands of cultivators' souls, the divine souls of ten royal paragons, and lastly, the flag was soaked into the blood of millions of mortals to command ten thousand ghosts in the flag. Those ghosts did not have powerful strength. However, the amount of ghosts was too massive. They could also be reborn after they were destroyed.