Dive Devil Novelas e Histórias

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.

His eyes opened slowly in his chair, his legs crossed on the table before him, his sword beside him, lying there peacefully. Who dare to disturb his peaceful nap? Who? "My Lord, don't mind them, let's move to the other room" Seth bowed slightly as he could not watch any longer. His eyes slowly moved across the room and came to stop at the sight beside him. A lady was sprawled on the floor as she fell from the crash, she struggled to stand only to be kicked again by the man before her. She fell backwards and found herself sitting on someone's laps.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

"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.

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

Why would the devil advise her to go down to a place even him cannot go to. "Is there no other way to go about this?" "I'm afraid, there's no other way. It's your choice now. Save him, or mourn what he was. Either way, time is not on your side." Just like he came, the devil disappeared into thin air, leaving the devastated Aria pondering on the almost impossible solution he had offered. Meanwhile, at the heart of a forgotten realm, where the air was thick with sulphur, and the sky, a bleeding darkness, Lucas knelt in pain. He screamed, but no sound left his throat.

Chapter 3 Azelbub Thunder claps filled the entire forest that was supposed to be the sacred place of the dark king, azelbub or the devil, the name people were familiar with. A black hole opened and men jumped out of it, naked once again, but this time infuriated. The last person jumped out and they bowed down to him. His brows were furrowed and his face mirrored disgust. Bushy eyebrows sat gracefully above big hazel eyes. His lips were as red as blood and hair as black as ebony.

"Divya again said without any fear... The moment those words left her lips, a sudden, chilling flash of terror pierced straight through Dev's hardened exterior. The mere thought of losing Divya-of her slipping away from him forever-made his soul tremble. His chest tightened violently. He stared down at her with wide, fierce eyes, his voice dropping into a desperate, threatening growl: "Even if I have to go to hell, I will drag you down with me, Divya! So never, ever talk about dying again, do you hear me?" The raw, obsessive possession radiating from him was palpable, a dark energy that Divya could literally feel pressing against her skin. Dev stared down at her in silence for a few long mom

It was like an ugly pebble compared to all of this. I ventured deeper into the mansion, careful to not make a sound. I could feel a million eyes on me but I could see no one. I turned into a corner, my eyes scanning for anyone and cursing Gideon Vale for making my heart beat this fast in the morning. The hallway opened into what looked like a bar and the devil himself sat there like he had been there the entire time, like the house had simply decided to reveal him when I got close enough. Dark shirt. Sleeves rolled to his elbows. Hair damp and sli

Lucian leaned back in the leather chair of the jet, a half-empty crystal tumbler of scotch resting in his hand. The tablet in front of him projected the latest figures from the Dalvani mining site in Korvenia, a small republic torn between crumbling governments and desperate investors. Profits were up. Labor compliance was down. The usual dance. Across from him sat Fernando Russo, his sharp features made sharper by age and wealth. He was dressed in his signature beige three-piece suit, as immaculate as always, even under the tremble of turbulence.