Insidious Devil Novels & Stories

“She’s bluffing! Liam, don’t let her keep spinning these stories. She’s dangerous. You should break her hands and feet and exile her from the pack like the traitor she is—!” “Shut your mouth,” Natalie said. “You think I’m bluffing?” She turned to the crowd. “Everyone knows Devils have a dark aura. They carry a unique odor. It’s why they were able to identify that it was a Devil who took Ned. And that scent... doesn’t just vanish. Anyone who has close contact with a Devil—like embracing them, say—will be infected.” She walked slowly toward the table beside the guards, picking up a small clear bottle of water from her jacket.

I sobbed into the cushions, drool pooling, body a trembling mess of overstimulation. In the middle of it all, as a third orgasm built, the air shimmered. Heat spiked, that pomegranate-smoke scent flooding the room. He materialized slowly—first the horns, then the obsidian skin, red eyes glowing with wicked amusement. Lounging beside me on the couch, fully visible now, his tail flicking lazily as if he hadn’t been tormenting me invisibly for what felt like hours. I lifted my head, panting, eyes wide. “So… I summoned the Devil.” The words came out breathless, half-moan as his invisible forces—wait, no, now I could see faint shimmers, like extensions of him—kept fucking me relentlessly.

The selfish bastard inside me was fueled with the need to claim the girl that I’ve all these years silently and recklessly considered mine. The Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Kasey to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain. “Take your clothes off. Let me see you.” Her nostrils flare, the spark of defiance igniting in her eyes urging her to fight me on this, but tonight, I won’t be relinquishing any of my control.

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.

Before he was dragged out of my office, he had been remorseful and pleading for my attention, but now that he knew that there was no going back, his eyes had become filled with the evil that had been in his heart, and I was taken aback slightly. This was the first time I was seeing Mr. Devon like this. Mr. Devon threw his head back and laughter heartily, but there was nothing amusing about his laughter. “What the heck is funny?” I asked him disdainfully. It was true how a man could become so devilish when his deeds had been exposed, and that was exactly what was going on with Mr. Devon right now. After so many years, I was beginning to see him for the devil he was. He had been hiding under t

After the Evil Devil was pushed aside, he was immediately scared, wanting to get closer to Gideon Walter was already impossible, because Gideon Walter had a more ferocious ghost on his body that took over his body, if it were Hardly approaching, of course the devil couldn't swallow him. Currently, the Evil Devil has only one path to take, which is to run away from this place. In an instant, the Evil Devil transformed into a mass of black mist and wanted to run out of the morgue, but where else could Cadell Marcus let him escape easily? He shook his palm, five coins. Suddenly flew out, landing in several different directions in the room, blocking the path of the Evil Devil. At the same time,

But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer. “The ‘Devil’,” he said slowly, “is a man feared by everyone. They say he came straight from the darkest parts of hell, a man with a face as beautiful as Adonis, yet more dangerous than any enemy. His voice is deep and enticing, like an angel’s whisper… but his smile can freeze your heart and make you feel like you’re standing at death’s door.” Alina swallowed hard, curiosity and dread mixing in her chest. “What’s his name?” she asked softly.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Oblivious. I sat beside her and just watched for a second. Her breathing was soft. Slow. Her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that calmed me more than I’d admit. I brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek. She didn’t stir. I leaned back, eyes on the ceiling. So this was how it started. Casey was poking the edges, trying to draw blood. Trying to shake me. But he wasn’t going for the throat yet. But I knew men like him. He won't stop, he won't forgive. And most of all, he won't forget. More like trouble till satisfaction.