Italian Devil Novels & Stories

I step out of the basement into the blasting hall of my club, where the world pretends I’m nothing more than a man with too much money and not enough soul. There's been a lot going on in my City. A lot I needed to focus on. My men knew not to go against me. They call me Il Diavolo — the Devil. But in this world, fear is power, and power is law. I don’t just run a business; I run an empire. Italy bows at my feet — from the cobbled streets of Rome to the blood-soaked alleys of Naples. Half of Spain answers to me, too. Every deal, every bullet, every drop of blood spilled—mine.

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them,

It was a lovely place and had always been my favorite. "Oh, oh," Alessa's voice brought me back to reality. "Look who's coming over there." We looked through the window; three cars were parking. One was a red Ferrari, another a black Audi, and the last one a gray Homer. Kanael stepped out of the Ferrari, Basael from the black Audi, and, obviously, Afael from the Homer. Great.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.

As Aiden entered, they all looked up. "Aiden," Lucifer said, his voice casual but edged with curiosity. "What’s going on? You look like you’ve got something on your mind." Aiden hesitated, then sat down. "I made contact with someone who can help us against The Shadows. Someone from Italy." Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Italy? Who?" Aiden glanced at Damon, then back at Lucifer. "DVV." Lucifer’s expression shifted immediately, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. "DVV? The Devil’s Venomous Viper? How do you know her?"

His eyes cracked open, sleep still clinging to him. “Catalina,” he rasped. I didn’t speak. Just finished tying off the bandage. His hand brushed mine. Rough. Warm. “I need you.” I froze. Not because I was surprised. But because of something in me, something deep, something I’ve buried since the first day I walked into this house, snapped. He needs me. Me. Dante Lucchese. The devil of Italy. The man kings bow to and murderers worship. Needs me.

He laughed again, but the laughter was not amusement. Only something shattered. "My father was Don Vittore Romano," he said to her. "The Devil of Palermo." Sera stiffened. She'd heard the name. Everyone had. The Devil of Palermo — a man whose brutality had been the stuff of legend even on the other side of the seas. "He used to say… 'Kindness is weakness. Mercy is suicide,'" Valerio said, his voice a low, hypnotic growl. "I learned young. Learned that love is a goddamn joke. That loyalty gets you a bullet in the head."

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.”