Devilish Lucifer Novels & Stories

How dare he speak like he had done nothing wrong? Silence settled in the room like dust. "I didn't come to argue." Lucifer said calmly. "I just came to warn you." She laughed, bitter and sharp. "Warn me? You don't ever get tired of manipulating people, do you?" Lucifer stepped forward, shadows curling behind him like smoke. "I know you see me as a monster, and that's cool. But you should know that your lover is even more worse than I am. While I manipulate people into doing things, he tortures them into obeying his will. Isn't he worse?"

“Saint Christian fell when walking out to appease the dragon to bargain that he leave these lands, just as the legend says.” I stumble back. “What…?” The priest lays a hand upon my back. “Lucifer wears many faces,” he repeats, and I feel my stomach twist. “He thrills to corrupt without the use of force, and scars of past sins most often provide him the gateway.” I shake my head. “He wasn’t… You can’t mean...” “You lay with the devil himself, child,” he grates, calm expression rippling with just the faintest, uncontrollable undercurrent of revulsion. “Now you must be cleansed.”

As he talked, the wry smile never faded from his thick lips. His men stood behind us with guns on our necks. I was literally sweating but Jacob was cool and relaxed. "Young man," he said as he leaned towards me. His thick fingers find their way down my chin and the next moment I was staring in his eyes. What I saw wasn't a human being but an accomplice of the devil who rejoiced in the pain of his villains and smiled at the sight of their blood. We were the villains. "I used to be like you, following my emotions to wherever they led me but I learnt the hard way. You don't bargain with devil, no way," his barritone voice echoed in the room as he slowly placed the glass of water on the water an

“You’ve been calling for him all this time… but you forget, Katie…” He lowered himself, lips grazing mine but not taking yet. “You’ve been calling for me too.” “I.. Ah.. I haven't forgotten, Luci..” Karh froze—then howled. Her fire surged inside me, confused, hungry, trembling. Because it was still him. Vladimyr. Lucifer. Two halves of the same whole. One love, two flames. “Lucifer…” My lips shaped his name like a sin and a prayer at once. The devil’s grin widened, his thumb brushing the torn edge of my nightdress, his other hand pinning my wrist above my head. “That’s it… say my name like you mean it.”

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

Chapter 173 Amy. I watched as all his body burned, and even his ashes were nowhere to be found before I faced the man who was hiding. Lucifer! The man who bathes in the blood of a newborn and makes a pregnant woman cook his meal. He sleeps with a virgin before any other man sleeps with them. He is the perfect devil after Lord Ratu. Even though he is looking calm and fighting Lord Ratu, he also has the same idea as Lord Ratu.

"The man you just married is the leader of a crime organization that is not a part of the code of the mafia. They kill and destroy as they wish. He's worse than Sergio. Far worse." My blood ran cold. "Wh-what?" "Didn't he tell you who he is?" "Luca Vallario, that's what he told me." She nodded, voice shaky with terror, "Yes, but to the rest of the world, he's known as Lucifero." Oh God. What had I done? "The man you married isn't just a monster; he's the Devil himself."

Suddenly, the door opened and I looked through the mirror to see him coming in – Damon. Oh No!! I gasped as unhelpful conniption gripped me. You wouldn’t blame me. I couldn’t even turn to look at him but just kept staring through the mirror. He was putting on black trousers and a red T-shirt that had the top buttons opened, exposing his chest. His dark curly hair flopped across his left eye, giving him the perfect killing look. How could someone be this cute be so heartless? Lucifer, The king of hell. He walked levelly to where I was and stood behind me in front of the mirror.

he said “What” “There are leviathans in the sea and this happened after our defeat some were casted unto the earth and cursed by our father, he locked up myself and Bazel in purgatory. Every other Leviathan, I do not know what he did to them. just like fallen Angels who were casted out of heavens. I want you to understand that Lucifer is a fallen Angel and he is highly subtle and dangerous… he is cursed” “What about you? Did God curse you?” she asked, he was silent first

Trembling, the woman reached out to cradle her newborn, whose cries pierced the air, mingling with the tense atmosphere. Footsteps echoed ominously, drawing closer to the room. The door flung open, revealing Lucifer himself. Towering at fifty feet, he bore ten horns upon his seven heads, each adorned with a blasphemous diadem. His likeness was a grotesque amalgamation: leopard-like skin, bear-like feet, and a mouth reminiscent of a lion, its fanged maw stretched wide in a grin that revealed teeth sweeping the floor. A scream of terror tore from the woman's throat, and she collapsed onto the bed, succumbing to the overwhelming horror before her.