Is Julius Novachrono A Devil Novels & Stories

I held back the fear and uncertainty in my heart. Lucas glanced at me and weakly smiled. "Don't worry. Sir Benjamin is called the Great Devil for a reason. He had been suppressing the Capital for thousands of years. It proves how powerful he truly is. You might not know this, but he is actually the most powerful grim reaper under the heavens."

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

"You are not he. You are not the Devil. I've seen his picture." Chu Xun narrowed his eyes at him and sneered, "All right. I'm not the Devil. But I'm his brother, the Lord of the Underworld." Lord of the Underworld?! No one could ever believe that – the corners of their lips twitching wildly with doubt. Never had anyone heard before that Chu Xun has a brother and it was plain as day that this young man was lying. Nevertheless, they reeled with silent apprehension. The Devil's name was renowned with blood and carnage. What fate could befall this young fool for using his name? Would the Devil butcher him if he found out?

“He would get me out, and he'd provide me with safety. And even after that, he would help me get Theon back.” Leita glances at me, serious once again without a hint of a smile, sunny or otherwise. “And who was this man?” she asks. “He said his name is Xaveraq. The devil.” She shudders. “The…devil?” Leita raises her brows. “Like, Lucifer, that angry dude who fell from the Christian Heaven? That guy?” “No. He said the Christian concept of the devil was founded on him...on his race. Devils. I…I still don’t really get it. But whatever he is, he’s so, so powerful, unlike anything I'd ever seen before.”

For what felt like a skyrocket, a figure shot upward to the sky and stood just a few inches from where Zeus was and was also floating on air. Darkness blazed everywhere, and it became so hideous that made Lucas and Draco fall to their knees but as expected Zeus was the only one left standing. The devil had emerged, and he was just like the replica of Lucas. Same features, but only that the Devil's hair was darker and he had a crest on his forehead. “Hello son.” Luci the devil spoke while facing his back at Lucas. Lucas, who was on his knees, finally felt a little strength surging around him, and he quickly got up.

"I don't deserve you being this understanding." "Maybe not." I managed something close to a smile, small and tired. "But I'm done spending my life waiting for the world to hand me what I deserve. I'd rather choose what I want instead." "And what do you want?" I looked at him for a long moment, this man who'd been called the Devil by everyone who thought they knew him, who was, underneath all of it, just as broken and just as desperate to fix what had been broken as I was.

"Have you ever danced with the devil, your highness?" Noah asked the goblin prince. Piras narrowed his eyes at my mate and growled ferociously, "No fool, I only enjoy females!" Noah shook his head and explained his question more clearly. "Let me be more direct. I am a blood descendant of Lucifer which makes those two children descendants of his as well. I can have him come here directly if you wish to test my claim," Noah announced boldly. Piras started to laugh and slapped his bare knee.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

“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.