Illuminati Devil Novels & Stories

The Leviathan Emperor said and spoke again again. "And also according to the information we can believe that the human who has the bloodline of the devil's bloodline, namely Dajol as well, has now been freed from the prison that has kept him locked up for so long and now he has begun to act to dominate the first world, namely the inner world." Demon Emperor Leviathan said. "That's why all of us Jinns and also Jan or Demons shouldn't miss this good opportunity, right?" Emperor Leviathan said speaking and it seemed that all the creatures that were in that place seemed to be nodding their heads in agreement.

“Love the devil and power.” Zeddy was known as a cult member since his teenage days and with days, the loyalty in him grew into a small hut where bones and blood could be found if looked for. He knelt on his knees and uttered a final chant, “I am a disciple of the devil and I want the devil to sign my soul.” After saying this, he opened the cloth slightly on his chest and then brought the knife to his chest and carved the name Lilith there. Isabella screamed her heart out.

THE DEVIL: "Stay away from her," I said as I threw him away from me, cruelly, venting my anger on him but that bastard didn't obey me and the same night I found him in Ella's bed turning him into her boyfriend, Ethan. Stupid Ella wasn't able to recognize him just the way she wasn't able to recognize me as a devil instead of his brother, Oliver.

"My father is the king after all. I've spent my days in the palace, living a life of luxury." "Your father...is the king?" Dominik asked, a bewildered look, plastered on his face. "Yes, is that a problem?" Dominik went quiet for a while. "Have you heard of the devil alpha?" The name immediately rang a bell in my head. Over the year, there a known group of Lycans, led by the devil alpha. The devil alpha was known for his strength, power, and ruthlessness. I had heard my father discussing about it with Vera and from the way he spoke, he detested the devil alpha.

Izan Humans helped out of fear. And they had reason to be afraid because the devil would never be satisfied with defeating us; he would advance no matter what. I was sure he would launch a campaign of conquest, just like or worse than the one Greco had in mind. If there was a representation of the thirst for power, it was the devil himself. And that was something I unfortunately had to deal with. And the craziest thing about everything that was happening was that I still couldn't believe that the vampire I hated so much had been manipulated by the devil. It was funny, in an ironic way.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

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

“I wonder how he’ll react when he learns that his sister signed a contract to be some rich guy’s plaything for six months.” “Stop,” Laura said, panic rising in her chest. “Please don’t tell George. He’s been through enough already.” “Then give me the money,” Lily repeated. “Five hundred thousand dollars, and I disappear forever.” Laura looked at Scott, who was staring at Lily with barely controlled anger. She didn’t know what to do because she didn’t want to give in to extortion but also couldn’t let Lily tell George about the contract in a way that would devastate him.

He was still partially dressed from the wedding ceremony, though he'd removed his formal jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. His face was unnaturally beautiful in the flickering candlelight, with sharp, aristocratic features that looked like they'd been carved by a master sculptor. When she'd first heard rumors about the demon king, she had expected someone disgusting and frightening to look at. But when she'd seen him in the throne room, and again during the wedding ceremony, she'd realized he was the pure definition of a devil with beauty - gorgeous enough to make angels weep, but with a soul blacker than the deepest pit of hell.

“Who are you?” “Let’s get you settled before I tell you who I am,” he said. I shook my head. “No.” My voice was hoarse from crying too much as I spoke. “Tell me, now. Please.” He sighed. “Lazzaro Visconti.” My already sore eyes widened, and my body began to tremble as I recoiled. No. Please. No. Lazzaro Visconti. The devil himself. He was said to have killed his wife after she bore twins for him. He was the most ruthless of them all, and above that, the Visconti family had a decade-long beef with my family—the Martelli family.