Face Of The Devil Novels & Stories

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

She clamped her jaw shut, forcing herself to swallow it back down. Still, she turned the page. Each movement of her hand felt like forcing herself to press against fire. The photograph of her target stared up at her next. Darius Veynar. He was in his mid-forties, though the hard lines carved into his face made him look older. Sharp cheekbones, a mouth set in a permanent sneer, eyes that glinted like a predator’s—eyes that seemed, even through the grainy surveillance capture, to follow her. His expression carried no warmth, no humanity. Only hunger.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

biggest mistake of his life. "ENOUGH. I LUCIFER HERE BY ANNOUNCE THAT HUMAN WOMAN IS MY MATE, NOT ONLY FOR THIS LIFE TIME BUT FOR ETERNITY. IF ANYONE EVEN DARES TO COME BETWEEN US, I WILL KILL THEM." I said with my devil voice and I can see my skin burning and turning red and taking complete Devil form. All the Demons started to surround me, Hades might be the one for whom they work but they worship me... my inner Devil. They all kneeled before me but I have no interest in them. I snarled at them and they ran away. I am no longer in my control. My Devil form is completely out and all I can see is red. I want her... only she can calm me down.

The giant face opened his mouth wide again. If this giant face was a normal person's, its mouth had opened to an exaggerated extent, and the corners of its mouth could probably be pulled back to the back of its head. Boom! Immediately afterwards, an enormous sound rang out, shaking up mountains and rivers, falling into the stars. A devil arm as thick as a mountain was pulled out of the giant face's mouth. The devil's arm was burning with a fierce demonic flame, and it was covered with countless eyeballs. At this moment, they blinked, which made people's scalp numb and their throats feel like vomiting.

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.

Just then, Dante and his men happened to pass by and when I saw him, my eyes widened. “Help me.” I blurted out in a weak voice. “He does not care bitch.” the man said with a scoff. All of a sudden, Dante halted and so did his men, the two guards by his side. Then he walked up to the man and grabbed him by the hair, smashing his face into the wall. By the time the man's head was brought up, his face was bleeding. He received a punch to his face and another smash to the wall before being thrown to the ground like a mere object.