Devilish Synonym Novels & Stories

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

"But for many, it is even a greater sin to knowingly live possessed by the devil." "Oh, please," Sheri snorted. "Possessed by the devil is nothing more than a semantic excuse for not having any self-control and giving in to baser instincts that harm yourself and/or others. Being weak is not being possessed by the devil, if there is even such an entity, it's just being weak and using the devil as the bogeyman to blame for that weakness."

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

They held each other again and took a long, lasting glance at the devil's domicile. If only they knew that they hadn't met the devil yet, that they'd barely met his cohorts, they'd return to Earth, preaching about the end of days. They all closed their eyes as Sir. Oswic chanted, “Corrupeo Demonenis Silite Divinarbus.” **

He seemed to enjoy my bold spirit. “Vile? Is that what you think of me princess?” he asked, his eyes showing a flash of interest as if he actually cared what I thought of him. “Well you are literally the devil. The king of hell and source of all evil in the world. Why should I think differently?” I said glaring at him.

His gaze flickered from my neck to my eyes, and the moment the words left my lips, a slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. "Then I will touch you, little rose. I will ruin you. Make you mine. I will unravel you piece by piece until pleasure is all you know." Devil. That was the only word that came to mind as I stared at Alaric. He was the devil— the kind who whispered tempting things, making it impossible to resist, making you crave him even when you knew you shouldn't. ‘Stay away from the devil. He is dangerous. He is horrible and cruel. If you give in to his temptations, your body and soul will be his. You can't run from him because, in the end, he always takes what belongs to him.

Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair. Flashes of the past flooded her mind as she recalled the first time she had laid eyes on him. The memory of his pale eyes sent shivers down her spine, revealing a darkness that seemed to penetrate straight into the depths of his soul. In that instant, he bore the resemblance of a true spawn of the devil, his mere presence exuding an aura of malevolence. It was as if he took pleasure in the suffering of others, revelling in their agony and humiliation. There was no trace of remorse or guilt in his gaze, just an eerie sense of pure amusement as he watched his victims, helpless and on their knees, desper

The deposed being was called and referred to as the Devil, and he made it his life's mission to make everything on the earth as bad as he was and because he was the source of all things ugly and bad, human beings had resulted in tagging and branding anything that seemed evil, bad, and even ugly, the devil. In those six years that my dad and I lived in Texas, there was something- one thing in common that I always used to hear a lot of people say about the being called the devil. They all said that his only plans for us human beings were to steal, kill, and destroy. Although the devil had generalized plans, that is, plans that spanned across every single one of us human beings on the earth, re

His breath grazing my skin causes my breath to hitch. "We talked about this." "No. You blackmailed me. We talked about nothing." I counter, jabbing my finger against his sternum. "You agreed to this." He says as if I'm the one not thinking rationally here as if he hasn't threatened me with my daughter. "Because you threatened me with my daughter's life," I say, my voice trembling with suppressed anger. "I'm trying to make things right between us, Lyn." He sounds pained. His jaw tenses, a vein pulsating his skin. Something human flickers in his eyes, though I know better. Dimitri is no human. He is the devil embodied in a beautiful human.

It didn't end well for him as the story progressed. The Pink Devil- The Pink Devil is one of the main antagonist of this story. She is the evil version of Jennifer. She could possess Jennifer at anytime she feels like it and follows her wherever she goes. The Pink Devil is in her mirror, nightmares, when she has Sleep Paralysis, and does what Jennifer is afraid to do. She loves sex and BDSM; she only punishes men who treat women wrong. But it's revealed that The Pink Devil is a personification of Jennifer's father, who was abusive and tormented her. Anytime she thinks about her father, The Pink Devil appears.