Devilish Name Novels & Stories

“Maybe a breed we haven’t encountered before.” “A new breed?” I scoffed, unable to believe that. I was the only breed no one understood fully. The devil wolf is the only strong breed of wolf alive. “The devil Alpha might have been the best throughout generations but what if our ancestors missed one?” She suggested. “And it decided to live in the witch's town?” Charles mocked. Amelia turned to him with a cold glare. “I have friends there, I have never heard of its presence, it must be new.” “What grudge will it have against Arthur?”

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

“Everything I built is gone, my men are dead, all thanks to you.” I kept my tone ice calm. “Hey, sciocco. I earned that name in blood long before you ever stepped into the game, so call that name with respect.” I paused as I let the silence stretch. “Blowing up your hideout is just one way of showing you why they call me the devil. Stay away from my woman. The next time it would be your head rolling across my floor while I fuck her close to your decapitated body.” He laughed bitterly. “Until then, DeLuca.”

Swearing and calling us devils, just makes me smile. “We’re devils, so you should be aware, that devils never stop. Never quit, and don’t burn in the inferno we just walk through it, now speak.” My words taunt him and he nods, he looks like he might puke, or pass out, either isn’t good. “They are using Daisy.” “We know that already!” Calix’s anger grows and the knife swings removing another finger. Ryan screams again, trying to break free, it’s a useless attempt to escape, my restraints aren’t toys.

"You use them as an experiment like lan rats for some sinister goal you have built-in in your head?" "Everyone of them deserves to die. They deserve worse than that. Every single one of them. So shut it and quit acting like you know anything about me." She roars and her calm facade slips off leaving a face so sinister it gives me goosebumps. I clutch my bloodied hand before a scoff escapes my mouth. Elena tilts her head in confusion. "I know enough about you. I know you are an evil, delusional woman who will justify and cruelty with anything." I spit. "So pathetic."

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

It’s seven thirty now and my doorbell rings, I opened it to see Diego looking like the literal definition of a Greek God, my knees felt weak! DELVIN’S POINT OF VIEW I was young and dumb and arrogant and stupid, really stupid, I thought I could buy the world with my name and my father’s money, I thought the world was made just because of me, I thought everyone in the world was born to serve me and satisfy my excesses, I learnt the hard way that that is not the case.

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’

he resolves. "Sarah! She has a name, Sebastian. I don't care what your therapist said or what you think is easier for you to say but her name is Sarah. You are not to reduce our daughter to a thing or some reason to seek futile redemption." The words hurt more than Sebastian anticipates.

A silent, burning claim that dared anyone to look at me again. It was him. My devil. And tonight— I’m not just ready for the punishment. I crave it.