Devilish Ghost Novels & Stories

ELLA: I feel hot, I feel like my whole body is on fire, I was angry and pissed after hearing the words of the devil in front of me. I don't know what happened to me and I growled at him, my blood rushed to my brain and I fainted. The power I felt before fainting was something indescribable. "Ahh..." I groaned in my sleep and woke up just to see the devil sleeping beside me in human form. I frowned, "Does the ghost sleep too?"

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

“Even if they are willing to, do you—as her mom—really have the heart to marry her off to that devil incarnate?” “A man widely known for being ruthless, sadistic and cruel? Yes, his reputation might include some elements of exaggeration, but he must have gained the nickname, ‘Mr. Devil’ for a reason, don't you think?” The more I spoke, the more I realized just how ridiculous this arranged marriage was proving to be. “Most importantly—” "No one, and I mean no one, has ever seen his face! No one knows if he's old, young, or hideous! But the general idea is that he's an old, dying man because only that explains why he's kept himself hidden for so long.“

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.”

He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake.

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.

‘A caustic lie begets a toxic night. “Are you sure you’re a Ghost for real? Not a Halloween artist?” Matt yelled and winced in sheer agony rising to his feet. The ghost snarled at his open mockery. Still, he bolstered himself against the tree and trod towards the shore, a visible combat of hunger and pride has resumed in its full force. The ‘Ghost of the Black’ hauled at his salivating tongue muddling over the dirty hair. ‘Ghost of the Black?’ Untuned with his own consciousness, he addressed the creature taking in the magnitude of it’s irrelevant actions, which amazed yet horrified him. Etched was a sinister smile on the corner of the Ghost’s mouth, he slurped at his hair, blackened in the m

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..."

“Answer, of course. The devil has been invited to dinner.” He turned to the window, where the dawn broke in streaks of red across the horizon, the kind of red that looked like spilled blood. And as the bells tolled over Deira, Isabelle stirred in her chamber, clutching her belly as if the sound itself might harm the child within her. The storm had come at last — and it bore her husband’s name.

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.’