Dr Devil Novels & Stories

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

If he dared to act in any way, the one would be battered. You know, from Regi's beating just now it still hurts a lot. For that he will not do something without good judgment. "Watch out if you dare to mess around," said Regi sharply. The same as his gaze which seemed to be skinning Deny. Sadistic, yes that's what happened at that time. really very scary. Suddenly at that moment the hair on Deny's neck stood up. If only Regi was a kind, friendly person and of course she didn't have the strength, Deny had already finished him off.

I’d seen enough death for my mind to fill in the blanks. “We know it was The Devil, because of the name on the list?” I ask, shifting in my seat. Chels hums. And then she shoves something under my nose, a photo of something. I pluck it and bring it close to my face to be able to make out the blackened caricature of the devil. Two horns on a round face, a fork for tail. A shivered gasp leaves me. “The Devil’s calling card.” She nods. Only very proud killers stake their claims so proudly. All these while, The Devil hadn’t staked a claim to any of his kills. Not one.

Devil was bleeding from his nose and mouth and he knew that the usual yellow of his eyes had sunk into a crimson red. His voice was unusually sibilent as his demonic magic threatened to overtake him. “You have no idea what I’m going to do, my love,you don't know the real me, if I can break your bond with your soulmate I can do anything, I want you to be mine and always mine and no one going to take you away from me not even dead” he said before he released the angel and moved away, opening a magic circle. "Dean" Win saw a big man with red eyes come from shadow.

“What’s going on Legion?” “There is a problem downstairs.” “What?” “The Burning Devils President Pyro is down there looking for you Angel.” They both looked to me, but what the hell should I tell them.

I winced. "The Devil himself dwells among us and you are well acquainted with his presence!" The woman uttered in a deep voice, fixing her cloudy, cataract-filled gaze upon me. An overwhelming sense of trepidation coursed through my entire being, rendering me breathless. "You know him, the devil, don't you?" I stopped trying to fight my way out of her grip as her words dawned on me. The devil. . .the devil she had warned me about back in the Kingdom of cessi; the devil was Alexander. Dhruv.

Did he have anything else in mind to do to her later ? “ Please don't be scared of me, I won't hurt you. I rather hurt myself ” Skyler had heard never to believe the devil's words. It was full of lies and deceit. But then, if he was truly the devil how come he looks human ? Wasn't the devil suppose to be so ugly with scary horns on his head. He was suppose to have a tail and the tongue of a snake. But he has none of them right now, he was just so human.

Her grin stretched , her swinging legs freezing, just as the door pushed open. And there he stood. Not Claude… Dervic. Long blond hair, beautiful, white clothes hugging his tall frame and a grin, wide, carved across his lips as his eyes landed on Dravena. His head tilted, like he was admiring prey, and a soft chuckle vibrated from his chest, low and unsettling. “Well, well… we meet again, little wolf.” My gasp tore free, fear and something disturbingly electric flooding me all at once. I had met Dervic once, the day Claude came to my apartment, when Dervic took control and wrapped his fingers around my throat.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

His face hardened and he turned to me, his voice tight when he spoke. "I don't believe in God, Veronica. No God would allow what happened to my family to happen." He glanced out the window. "Which you'll see the irony in when you meet Damon." "Stefan is the name of an archangel. That's an irony, isn't it, considering?" "I guess your God is having a good laugh at my expense." A few moments later, the house came into view. I didn't want to be affected, but before I could stop myself, I made a sound of utter awe.