Is Julius Novachrono A Devil Novels & Stories

“Our lead singer, Miles, talked us into trying to sell our souls to the devil at the crossroad. I thought it was all a bunch of nonsense. Afterward, the song ‘Mistress’ hit big and Miles got killed onstage one night. His mic shorted out and electrocuted him. That should never have happened. I realized it wasn’t an accident. The devil’s contract said that he would collect when we peaked in fame so I quit after Miles died. Walked away, bought this place with my earnings and the money from the lawsuit we won against the microphone maker.” She was unsure what to make of his answer. Was he speaking metaphorically? Slowly she formed words through her confusion. “Devil? So— mafia devil?” He chuckle

Julianna’s POV: My mother always told me the devil didn't appear with horns and a robe. She said he came dressed in a tailored suit. But she never warned me about his scent. It was an intoxicating blend of Cuban tobacco, bourbon and something familiar – freedom, Vegas. My devil.

Slova explained as she put the goblet back on the table. Oonagh scoffed, turning her head away from staring outside the window. “What do you mean by saying that? He’s kind of devil?” she looked at the witch with her narrowed eyes. Slova shook her head. She swayed her hand to make an emphasis for her following statement. “He’s more than a devil. I could conquer and defeat any demons but he’s…a…divine…creature…” the witch sounded trembling in her voice as she could not hide her worries.

"So tell me, King Devaro when you you plan on executing that dearest mother of yours" He snapped my attention to his dark reddish eyes, he was dress in a black suit with a red shirt, his chest lost a lot of buttons showing off skin the demoness caressed so lustfully. The demoness are called incubus, sex driven demons. Snapping back to attention I frowned at the intonation of his words. "And what makes you think I plan on taking down my mother's rule?" He laughed wholeheartedly. "Enough with the games Devaro. we both know that your mother is weak, she degrades everyday"

“Give me everything, little moon. Ruin me.” She laughed—low, filthy, triumphant—and rolled her hips in a slow, grinding circle that dragged my swollen knot against her rim from the inside. The sensation was pure torture; pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. The Devil Alpha—three-hundred-and-fifty-year-old firstborn of Lucifer himself—was getting thoroughly, shamelessly fucked by his Luna.

He shifted, leaned back, legs spread wider, one boot tapping the floor with lazy rhythm. “I’m sure you’ve heard of The Devil,” he said. His voice was smooth. Deep. Too calm. It wasn’t the kind of voice that threatened you. It was the kind that made promises you knew would come true, even if they were the kind to make your skin crawl. I blinked. “Only the one from the Bible.” He chuckled. Low. Warm. Wrong. “Are you religious, Luca?” He said my name. It sounded like silk being pulled tight against my throat.

“I think they were afraid of me, Father… but they also obeyed me. They said I was one of them — only stronger. Bigger. Their leader.” Zerach’s heart stopped for a beat. He had read of such beings — not from mortal history, but from the forbidden scriptures hidden deep beneath the royal crypt. The beings of flame and darkness — the Dravari, an ancient race of shadow-born demons who once tried to consume the Beast Kingdom. They had been defeated centuries ago — or so it was said. But their spirit never truly died. And now his son… had seen them. “Then I saw her,” Lucien said suddenly.

The most striking, and from what Mia could confirm, was that he had one eye of each color. Not that Mia thought it was a flaw, as many people did. But it was, in fact, something peculiar. It was said that only someone touched by the Devil,or even the Devil himself, had eyes like those. Remembering the creature's voice from ten years before, Mia felt a chill run through her body. "I need to get married, Miss Chapman," the man said, looking straight into Mia's eyes. Before she could respond, the butler returned with two more maids and refreshments were served.

His shoulder-length hair is smoothly tucked, and his fangs radiate under thunderous lightning. Absalom. Ella gulps nervously, cowering. A whimper slips through my pursed lips. The devil was an evil ruler around 800 BCE. His greed was perpetual. He wanted to become an emperor or emperor. Sagas of his tortures are explicit throughout the pages of history. Legend says he used to feast on virgin blood every night. To meet his eternal demand, the vampires almost subjugated the Human side. It was the very first invasion when the rules were overlooked.

She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “I think they are unaware of this, too!” I whispered, recalling how my friends had proven themselves trustworthy time and again. But then, the gravity of her words hit me. “Wait! So you’re telling me that the devil has a brother?” My eyes widened in disbelief. “Make no mistake, sweetie, that Darklord is no devil, well yeah devil is the most… what should I say? The devil is the most devilish in the entire world, but he doesn’t have time to run after a specific girl.