Innocent Devil Novels & Stories

Innocence was her accessory, her gem, a magnetizing trait of hers that pulled even the devil towards her. She was innocent and she was not acting like one. No, as he thought, she was pure like an angel. She knew nothing about what he wanted her to do. She would not even realize his forbidden intentions until he showed her. He smirked as a thought came inside his head for confirmation, and trust me, baby, soon, I will show you my dear intentions. My fantasies with you are not so decent. His eyes flickered once and then twice. He noticed the redness in her eyes. He saw her crying but never realized that the girl was scared of him so much that she did not even stop crying since he did not know

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

They leech on innocence and other attributes of humanity and pollute a well-maintained system. But in the line of lost demons, in the shades of hopelessness, sometimes a person dangerous than the lurking Evil rise. The person whose heart has been ripped out and the soul is cracked, emerges from the flames. Oh, it’s not the phoenix that lights up to ward away the Evil and its parasites. He is born to become the real ringmaster. Such a person only gives up to show the Evil their most vulnerable side while hiding the dagger of vengeance laced with destruction in cover. When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate dev

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Every betrayal — captured. Luca walks in, waiting for my decision. “Who do we move against first?” he asks. I take a slow breath, eyes fixed on the night. “No one yet. Let them play. Let them think I’m blind.” He nods and leaves silently. When I’m alone, I whisper to myself, voice low and cold — the words that seal what’s left of my humanity. “No one is innocent. Not even her. Not even me.”

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Brain spoke up again, “But Dad, from the beginning you know I am not as religious as any other. And I would not have believed in the supernatural if not for seeing it myself, you as the living example. But what if… those two people are actually devils?” His remark earned an odd stare from the old man. “Devils?” Then he thought about it for a moment. A few seconds later, he chuckled, a few of his wrinkles seemingly disappearing for a while. “If they are devils, they are too nice and a bit innocent.” The middle-aged guy had a face full of question marks. Armand merely smiled. The reason that was left unsaid purposely lingered in his mind. He called Hana and Ley innocent since if their goal was

My eyes were still fixed on him till he shifted away. He gave a faint, breathless laugh, but there was no humour in it—just disbelief. “Now I think I finally understand why they called you that. You’re the devil's mate, so it makes sense.” I'd rather be with an angel right now. “Don't say it like that,” I sighed. “I haven't done anything to earn that name and it's not like I actually wanted to be his mate or anything.” “Everyone knows the White-Eyed devil made the soil fertile again. The White-Eyed Devil handled a shapeshifter alone,” He said smoothly. “It's been years— decades since one has even been spotted and trust me, the chances of defeating one are close to zero.”

For two hours. Freya thought she had allergies. When they finally stopped sobbing, Inner Devil 2 said, ‘Okay. Let’s be real. We’re stuck. So, let’s awaken the devil in Freya.’ Inner Devil: ‘Good luck to us. She’s got standards so high, NASA couldn’t reach them.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Still, if heaven sent us here, maybe we are the right devils for the job.’ Inner Devil: ‘I mean, technically, we work for Satan, but I guess God outsourced us.’