Devilish Heart 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.

When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand. Me? I smile, too. Because I was born with alexithymia, meaning I’m a heartless sociopath that doesn’t feel any emotions. Nice to meet you, Mr. Devil. I grin at him, licking my canine. How are you going to manipulate my heart, when I don’t have one? ------ Chapter 001 The Soul Trial [Thanks for joining the Soul Trial, hero D25M12! Upon your triumph, you will be blessed with a superpower personalized for you!]

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s

The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy. "I don't care if you mind," Devil smiles at him as he uses his magic to keep the man in place. "I just need a little something from you. That thing in your chest you don't need anymore." He stabs the clan leader in the chest, just below the rib cage. "After all, what does a heartless beast need a heart for?" "Adom?" blood flows from the vampires mouth as he looks at his attacker in confusion. "Wh?" "I don't care how or why but you made something that I need eradicated," Adom leaves the blade to keep the other pinned and rams his fist into the vampire's chest, right where his heart it. "No hard feelings."

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Her body screamed to move, to escape, but her soul— Her soul was terrified . He was the man who could tear the world apart just to hold her hand. And yet… He was dangerous. He had taken a life—his own blood—without hesitation. All for love. All for her. She stared at the ceiling, eyes wide open. Every inch of her was screaming, yet something inside whispered: There’s no way to escape this hell ⸻ Midnight The clock ticked. Zayden’s breathing was slow, rhythmic. He was asleep. Peaceful.

What makes them think they deserve a heart? They are just like me, heartless beasts that inhabit the Earth, heartless beasts that shouldn’t be gifted with a heart. I traced my fingers gingerly across his chest, he managed to voice out a whimper. My claws dug into his chest, tearing out his fresh beating heart. Blood splashed out from his disfigured nose and mouth. “Ta-da!” I waved the beating heart, smirking evilly. “When you get to hell, tell the devil to expect your master soon.” Immediately the words left my mouth, and he dropped to the ground, dead.

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

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

Not all devils are in the fiery pit of hell. Some walk among us, cloaked in shadows, draped in silence, leaving devastation in their wake. They don't need flames to burn; a cold glance, a cruel word or a broken trust is enough to ignite him. And that's exactly what Dante was. Stone-cold. A predator in human flesh. A nightmare with a calm, handsome mask. His heart was a void, mercy went to die, and his eyes promised pain sharper than any blade. He didn't just ruin lives_he devoured them, slowly and cruelly, until that remained were echoes of despair.