Primal Fear Devil Novels & Stories

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

He walked with predatory grace that made the hairs stand up on my arms. But it was not only because of his strength and intimidation that I felt so afraid of him. It was his eyes. Crystal blue and clear. I knew those eyes. I had seen them during all my senior year of high school as he laughed at me, as he desired me, and finally as they shatter from betrayal. No, I thought, a rising panic strangling me. This can’t be. He can’t see me. My plan was to get the job and keep my profile as low as possible.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

Without even blinking, he grabbed the blade and plunged it deep into the Stormborn Devil's shoulder. "Argh!" The Stormborn Devil let out a terrible scream. Dwight twisted the knife, his hand turning it inside the killer's shoulder. Fear overtook the Stormborn Devil's face. He had taken two lives in the past month, blood staining his hands, but the boy in front of him filled him with a deep, visceral dread. Trembling, he muttered, "Y-You're a monster…" With that, the Stormborn Devil's eyes fluttered shut, and he collapsed, unconscious.

Screaming so much until it felt like my insides were going to combust. His touch alone was enough to drive me insane. My eyes widened, and I gasped loudly, my breathing coming out harsher as I felt panic claw at my throat. Fear slithered its way into my body and mind until my soul knew nothing but fear and pain. His grip was strong, and I couldn’t move away from him. I was paralyzed as I saw Milandro walking backward, leaving me alone with the devil. I tried to struggle, but my body wouldn’t move. I submitted under the devil’s hold because my body didn’t know what else to do. It was so accustomed to submitting to that man, it was the only thing it was capable of doing.

My suspicions are correct, he is watching me. The Devil: Tell him to stay away from you. The audacity of this guy! The Devil: Tell him or I'll break his legs. This is where I should be very much afraid and maybe contact the police or something. Somehow I don't believe the threat is idle. The Devil: You don't want to test me, Farrah Simpson. At that moment, I actually do feel scared, not for myself, but for the sweet and cute guy Kevin. "Listen, Kevin, I think you're really cute."

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

I want to eat sandwiches and gobble down a very cold soda, I fucking want my happy ending, bomb tied to every corner of my trembling body, about to scatter my whole existence, doesn't seem like a happy ending to me; it’s a traumatising one. I wish I knew my life didn't have to be so serious. I should have just ignored everything else and just focused on eating spicy chicken feet and beer since I'm going to die anyway. I looked up at Reyna, who wouldn't say a word, like she was mute and decided to face my fear. I heard the devil is a fucking bastard who only feeds on fear. What you fear the most will always happen; you have to be scared of something for the devil to have access to do that thi

“Do you think I’m a damn child?” Scorpion fell to the floor in fear. “I’m sorry, My Lord!” He closed his eyes as he pleaded for mercy, from his deranged boss. The devil smirked as he watched his second in command. He loved the scent of fear. It makes him want to bask in it. “You thought you could lie to me?” The Devil smirked. “You should have thought more about it before lying.” The devil raised the gun. And unexpectedly, he shot Scorpion in his right leg.