Little Devil Movie Novels & Stories

“It was a different time than ours, and back then, even language was at its infancy. Books were not invented yet. When she asked her servants about the strange emotion she felt whenever she saw the devil they wouldn't give her a straight answer. The servants were certain that the deviless couldn't feel love the way the normal folk did. The poor deviless was confused about herself and decided to ask the young devil warrior for answers herself.” The Headmistress pauses to glance at the barrier, and then turns back to us. It's nearly midnight now, and fortunately, we haven't had any animals wander into the campsite so far. We heard some chirping and rustling here and there, but it was nothing b

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

He looked away first. Trying to convince himself it was nothing. Just another guest. Just another wealthy businessman. He didn't know that every person surrounding that man would gladly die on command. He didn't know newspapers called him The Devil of De Luca. He didn't know his life had just changed forever. Because across the ballroom, Lorenzo De Luca uttered six quiet words that would alter both of their destinies. "I want everything about him." And for the first time in over a decade... The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

I⁠ couldn't spea‍k, did he sen‍se anyt‍hing? Di⁠d he⁠ know? “I had col‍d feet,” I said softl‌y. He smiled. The pr⁠iest spoke, words‍ abou‌t love, words‌ ab⁠out l‍oyalty‌, wo‍rds abo‌ut forever. Forever s⁠ounded like a‍ locked‍ room. My mind raced. Wh⁠at if he found out? Fear pressed against pride, pride fought back.

His face didn’t hold any emotion like sadness or whatnot, but from his eyes, I could read it all. My lips parted at the realization. Was he really apologizing to me? Alejandro? The man whose authority could move mountains at will? The man they call IL DIAVOLO? ~The devil Was I dreaming? Yeah, maybe. That definitely had to be it. Never in a million years would Alejandro ever admit that he was wrong. No. I moved back a little to be sure I heard him correctly. “What?” I asked, and as if that snapped him back to reality, he frowned.

A man who had bought me at an auction and called me a ward and told me not to settle into his house. I brought myself back to reality. He was not human. He was not kind. He was not safe. Whatever I thought I saw in his eyes, whatever warmth I imagined in the way he looked at me, it was not real. He was a devil. And devils did not love. They only possessed. The drive back to Vercelli was silent. He sat across from me in the car. His hands were still bloody. Dried now, cracking on his knuckles. His shirt was torn. There was a cut on his forehead that he had not noticed. Blood had dried in a line from his brow to his jaw.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

LEVITICUS DRAKOVIC RHODES. And the devil fell from the sky, tainting the hearts of men and the souls of the pure. What a crock of bullshit but I tell you, every man, every woman in this little town of joy thinks it. I am the devil. My brothers and I are the devils. We dare their sons to jump off the ledge, we tempt their daughters to do ‘bad things’, we bribe the sheriff to look the other way and we have the mayor on our payroll jumping as high as we can ask him to.

Nicolae suddenly shakes hands with the devil and as they depart I hear a voice urging me to follow the strange figure. I walk cautiously a few feet behind the devil when another man joins him in his walk. "How do you plan to save the girl?" The second man asks as they come to a sudden stop. "It is simple really. When she dies she will be with child. The devil's child. The child's life force will be what saves her." The devil explains. "And what of you master? I will not serve some spoiled rich boy." The second man says with hate. "You will serve him as you have served me." The devil says with a voice that leaves no room for argument.