Names For The Devil Novels & Stories

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.

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

“Huh—what? No!” He laughed. “Even if you are, I approve of it. I like you already. But, come to think of it, you’re going to make a powerful couple.” He smirked, bringing his finger to his chin and pretend to think. “So, your couple’s names will be…IriNik? How does that sound?” He glanced at me. “Awful.” “Oh,” He frowned a little. “Rinakolai?” “Fuck no! Not that.” I glared at him.

he asked. Laura could feel her body light up. He was right, she liked horses although she had never ridden any of them, she had always wanted to. Scott stayed back in the room with Molly, leaving Nico to take her. He led her to the ranch and chose a mare, “He’s Rowdy. I named him that because he can be pretty rowdy and all over the place” he explained. Rowdy proved that by neighing and moving towards Laura. She stretched her hands and gave him a pet. Nico led them out the ranch and into the open field. “Alright, we need to get you on him” he said.

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 was fucking someone real nice tonight. You interrupted that. So I’m going to enjoy every second of this unless you speak fast.” He coughed. Then started talking. Quick, sloppy, half of it barely making sense. Some upstart group, calling themselves the Black Sons. Wanted a reputation without earning it. Hijacked a container in the sea. Used my Mafia’s name because they figured no one would touch them if people thought they were connected to me. Stupid. Really stupid. Because now they’re all going to die.

‡ { The Cold Glam Bitches Of Hell } ‡ † ★[ Elena's Manor ]★ ALEXIS ~ Whoever started the rumour of only one devil existing in the world must have been a devil himself cause, Devils didn't have a definition, they didn't have a description that would have been feasible in knowing a devil when we saw one. Devils could have been humans too living amongst us, it could have been anything, but the description they gave us was that he had two horns, four hands and four legs and that they always looked ugly.

I glanced at Ruth, whose eyes were dark with rage, her body trembling with anger. This time, the devil turned to Annabella. She laughed lightly. "Oh, me? I’m Annabella. And you are?" His gaze lingered on her, filled with longing. "Oh dear, my name is Drake." he replied, flashing a charming smile. Drake? She patted the devil on the shoulder. "Really, Drake? How does a devil come by that name?" He chuckled in a deep voice. "Well, I didn't have a name, so I decided to call myself Drake." he admitted sheepishly.

Circle" in French, and it's straightforward. But when you combine the Morning Star (Lucifer) Circle, you get "Circle of Lucifer" or "Circle of the Devil," She paused and stared into space. "Diablo is a Spanish word for devil. Circulo means circle. So, instead of just naming it Circle of Lucifer, they decided on a more unique way to say it. Not in French this time." A chill ran down my spine. "The devil's circle?" I whispered, trying to make sense of it. "And Lisa... she's part of this?"

' 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝐼 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 you 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 ' he said in stated like it's simple. But no one will name their child Devil. So I took the notebook from him and wrote a question again. ' 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦?' I hopefully showed him the diary. He took it in his hands and started thinking about something. He then looked at me with a piercing gaze and spoke.