Primal Fear Devil Novels & Stories

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

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.

Her lips parted, her breathing still uneven from her dancing, her body still thrumming with the alcohol in her system. "Who the fuck are you?" she asked, her voice thick with something I couldn’t quite place. I cocked my head, amused despite my seething rage. "Some call me the Devil," I said, watching as the words sank into her. "Others, the Angel of Death. Pick whichever one you prefer." She stared at me, and for the first time since I had known her, I saw fear. Real, genuine fear. Her eyes widened as though she was finally seeing me.

"How is that even possible? I only saw him for a few seconds. The school is so big, I might not see him again." "You will because I can still smell him." Simon placed his hands on her shoulders and held them firmly. "Adolpha, we could be in danger. I need to know who that guy is before anyone finds out about him. I don't feel good about his aura. I don't. For the first time, Devil feels scared." "But that's not possible. Devil can't be scared. He has never been scared. They get scared of him instead." "Well, he is scared, Adolpha. He is really scared!"

I clenched my fists in anger and shouted angrily. Evelyn: WHO THE FUCK ORDERED YOU? "Me" My heart dropped to the bottom as chills ran down my spine. I turned around in fear only to get confronted with the Devil who made my life miserable. OH MY GOD!! "D-Dylan?" *****

" The words fly out of her mouth like a volcano when erupted. She moved back frantically from him. He was the devil, the man feared by all. He was the man that the newscaster talk about every week. The man who owned the world to himself and the man whose real name was hidden from the world was identified by the name, The Devil. She messed with the devil. Thinking about that made a shiver run through her spine, made her leg shake slightly, and made her bowel churn, pressing her hand on her stomach so she won't release the liquid that is threatening to leave her body.

“How is this even possible? I only saw him for a few seconds. I might not see him again because the school is so big.” “You will, because I can still smell him.” Titus put his hands on her shoulders and held them firmly. “Max, we could be in danger. I need to find out who that guy is before anyone else does. I’m not feeling good about his aura. I don’t. For the first time, the Devil is scared.” “But that is not possible. The Devil can’t be scared. He has never been afraid. They become afraid of him instead.” “Well, Max, he is scared. He is very scared!”

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

Deliberately. ‎ ‎The red light blinked once in her palm, a pulse like a living heartbeat. ‎ ‎She held it where Lucian could see it. ‎ ‎His smile didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened, infuriating in its calm. “Ah. The threat.” ‎ ‎“No,” she said, voice like broken glass. “The reminder. You don’t own inevitability, Lucian. You only own fear. And fear can burn.” ‎ ‎For the first time, something fractured behind his eyes. Not panic, not yet—but a flicker, a crack in the mask that had seemed unshakable.