God Devil Novels & Stories

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

"We can't keep receiving messages everyday from a ghost, who is good at playing mind games. I'm Adrian morrite and we don't play games we create them. After saying that I hung up, I stand by the window, watching the smoke from the chimneys curl into the night sky. The fire, the wire, the lies, they all blur together now. And for the first time, I understand what my father meant when he said: "Trust isn’t built in this world, Adrian. It’s weaponized.”

So, still looking at us, he recited: "I looked into the eyes of the devil, dear God. And he felt more for me than you in my entire miserable life. "His fingers slid smoothly, touching the lower notes, and his eyes remained exclusively on me, as he added: "So, dear God, if there is one thing I don't believe in, it's you.”

“I’m not interested in you being my literal pet, angel. I just want you at my beck and call. You need to respect me. My word is the law. Surrender your body to me and give up all other things in your life for three years.” You will be by my side when I need you. You will be in meetings if I wish so, you will see some shit and I expect you not to go crazy or freak the fuck out. There will be an NDA that you will sign saying that you will never speak of the things you see, hear, read or otherwise learn.” I don’t do rats, not even if they are angels. Is that clear?” he asked, and the steel was back in his voice. “Yes,” she nodded.

Motherfucker. I was trying to figure out a way out of this joke of a wedding, when a man approached us. He was tall, his hair was silver, and there was a scar that ran from his temple to his jaw. He moved with the same fluid grace as the other people here, but there was something heavier about him. He looked older, more dangerous. I was terrified standing among all these ‘freaks’, afraid that they might attempt to hurt me. “Luca.” The man said, his voice was deep. “It was a beautiful ceremony. Your father would have been proud.”

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

a familiar voice said, Yep, I know that annoying voice from anywhere, please God let it not be who I think it is. Someone was approaching from the shadows, I could see a perfectly structured body already, “You have got to be kidding me”, he was slowing approaching where we were seated with drinks in his hands like it was a movie scene or something, as he got closer I finally got to see who it was yep it was the devil, Davis Garraway. “You have no right to comment on someone else’s look, her looks is none of your business, all of you” he continued as he looked at them all

With a defiant glare, he retorted, "You underestimate our strength, Devin. We may be battered, but we'll never surrender to the likes of you! We don’t even know what kind of creature you are!” Devin’s laughter filled the surroundings using their wolf language ability. “Fool! I’m not underestimating the two of you. No matter what you do, you can’t defeat me. Because… I am a God!"

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