Devilish Name Novels & Stories

“I know you’re twins. Kael. Kelvin.” Each name was a bullet, clean and deliberate. Kael’s jaw tightened. His eyes darkened like a storm pulling across the horizon. “That’s not just my name.” I arched my brow. “Then what is your name?” He stepped forward, slow and sure, like the earth belonged to him and me to the earth. “My name is Kael. The Crowned Alpha. Grandson of the Devil.” The air shifted. The wind whispered through the trees like it had secrets.

“You don’t know? Jesus Christ. He’s a fucking monster living among humans. That man’s not normal. He’s dangerous—deadly. You don’t toy with Lucifer Cain.” The buzz-cut guy snorted, still halfway joking. “What, he’s like… mafia or assassin or something?” “His name is one that's not to be mentioned,” the woman said as she placed her legs on the table. “We are fucking cooked.” Valar’s voice trembled with fear and anger. “He could pull down a whole fucking city if he wanted to. That man is the devil himself.” “Sounds like someone from the movies,” buzz cut boy said. Everyone flashed him a look and valar rolled his eyes.

I whisper in between trembles. “I’m the demon king, my darling. I always know.” “What can I give you. Let’s…let’s settle this now, please. I am tired of running.” I am scared out of my wits. “Stop then. You’ll end up here anyway, but you’d have tired you little bones,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. “What do I owe you, Memphis?” “Please, call me Devlin. Mephistopheles is quite an ugly name and I’d prefer a more formal exchange while using that name. Between us, there’s more informality than anyone could ever imagine.”

Eris commanded his people. Everyone shivered when the temperature of the room turned cold. They could never forget the bright red eyes of their Alpha. He's called the Blood Prince for a reason and no one could ever forget the bloody scene from the past. Not only that there is another one which is the worst of all. Alpha Eris is also known as the Devil. The men scurried away to follow his orders.

"What are you saying?" "I've made all efforts to reconcile and plead with you to at least hear my side but none of it is working. I am a lap dog here in Deira, not a prince. I thought you understood that. Should I have killed myself instead of ruining Angbotain? If you were in my position, what would you do? Ask yourself that." "Adrian," she called. "No," he said. "Please, call me devil, demon, monster or whatever name you feel like if that will help you release your grudges."

“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.“

"My father is the king after all. I've spent my days in the palace, living a life of luxury." "Your father...is the king?" Dominik asked, a bewildered look, plastered on his face. "Yes, is that a problem?" Dominik went quiet for a while. "Have you heard of the devil alpha?" The name immediately rang a bell in my head. Over the year, there a known group of Lycans, led by the devil alpha. The devil alpha was known for his strength, power, and ruthlessness. I had heard my father discussing about it with Vera and from the way he spoke, he detested the devil alpha.

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.

She was curious to learn more about how this Demon's mind worked and how he felt about things. The young Demon did not think momentarily; he answered immediately, " I would keep the name Demon. I would add the name Matteo Nightwhisper. My name would be Demon Matteo Nightwhisper." He grinned at her and explained, "Demon because it was the name given to me by the pack, Matteo, because of the irony- I am being given a gift from a goddess and Nightwhisper to honor my new pack."

The infamous, ruthless billionaire known as ‘The Devil. My blood ran cold. What the hell have I done?!