Devilish Ghost Novels & Stories

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.” *************************************

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

Sleep long gone. Scrapping sound. Someone is scratching on her window... 'What if it's a ghost!" Even in this cold weather she begins to sweat uncontrollably.Even then she grips the blankets tightly, hiding half of her face. But when her vision becomes clear in the darkness, she gasps at the outline that she sees outside the window. ~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart PERORATION ( from Devil) The Devil turns back as soon as the little angel is out of there and can't hear his cold voice that can stop one's breathing, his hands fist tightly tucked into his pocket.

"FIEND! I believe the ghoul is dead. I want you to investigate what transpired! I bellow, and a terrified vampire materializes before me. A FIEND vampire is possessed by a malevolent spirit, a demon, who revels in all things wicked. She grins and speaks in the sinister manner befitting her nature. "Yes, my lord, I will uncover what occurred." With that, the fiend vanished.

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!”

Angelina had never seen anything that scary in her life. "I had previously thought that you were the devil's incarnate. Turns out I was wrong. Dead wrong. You're worse than the devil himself, Devilina. Because you're a bitch. A filthy, disgusting, cheap bitch. A bitch eager to sink her clawing fangs into any willing magnate. A bitch who's constantly in heat twenty four hours a day for seven days, as long as there are dicks with deep, loaded pockets around."

The way he checked behind him, just a glance, just a flick of his eyes, to make sure I was still there. He was covered in blood. He had cut off a man's head. He had killed and killed and killed and he had not stopped because stopping meant something might reach me. And then I remembered who he was. The Devil of Vercelli. A man so feared that criminals stepped aside when he walked in. A man with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. A man who had bought me at an auction and called me a ward and told me not to settle into his house.

"You know that I'm his real wife, so why are you playing along with this ruse, May?" The moment those words left my mouth, the color faded from both of their faces, while the audience erupted in confusion. "Is this woman mad? Why did she call the bride May?" "Didn't May get caught in an explosion a month ago?" "That's right! Since when could the dead come back to life?" "You're right, they can't. Unless… she didn't die in the first place!" The hall exploded into chaos, conversations erupting from every direction. Clearly having lost his calm, Ben shouted, "Where is your proof?!"

my favorite flower, the beautiful sight suddenly contaminated due to the devil himself has stand in front of me. He stand not far from me, close enough for me to see his eye without lifting my head. He smirks... this evil spirit dares to smirk! Never in my life would I love his face, for whatever thing he did to me. "Laila... your wish is... making love with the one you love on the lavender field... right?" he asks me smiling, "I'll make it come true...." I try to speak, but the only voice out is just a grunt. I glare with hate... I wish I could kill him with my glare.

All the shadows that swirl in the wind gets sucked into the stone circle, and the symbols on the stone rim start to glow silverish. From the gelatinous material, the devil emerges. He looks the same as before, but I can feel power exude from him as if it’s a tangible thing. The wind doesn’t stop, but it whips through his long, coal-colored hair, making the locks dance around his face as if he’s a goth version of Medusa.