Primal Fear Devil Novels & Stories

Ace’s POV A scream pierces through the air, sharp and painful. Any normal person would cringe at the sound or be filled with such fear it would make their knees wobble like a newborn fawn. But I’m not a normal person. Never claimed to be. I’m the fucking devil.

"I could get tired of this and just straight up kill you." This time his words seemed to awaken a primal fear in her as her body visibly trembled. Because she knew. She knew that the person before her could and would do it and at the end, still not suffer any punishment for it. He was called the Devil after all. But the tremble only lasted about 3 seconds. Her determination reaching higher now more than before was reflected within her eyes as she stared at him once more. This finally won him. The person before him wasn't bad anyways, and her aptitude towards Martial arts wasn't that bad.

But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer. “The ‘Devil’,” he said slowly, “is a man feared by everyone. They say he came straight from the darkest parts of hell, a man with a face as beautiful as Adonis, yet more dangerous than any enemy. His voice is deep and enticing, like an angel’s whisper… but his smile can freeze your heart and make you feel like you’re standing at death’s door.” Alina swallowed hard, curiosity and dread mixing in her chest. “What’s his name?” she asked softly.

As his heart felt the rush and sudden fear that was so strong, that it almost brought him back to the memory lane from his original world and his past where he meets the God that is the real devil. “Ophiuchus.” He whispers, naming the God that they three pledge a servitude off, but then it was just a façade and an utter lie for his part. “WHY DON’T YOU ASK FOR MORE, KYLE? OR SHOULD I SAY----?” With his full and original name being uttered and called out loud and clear, but then he is the only one who can hear and no one else. The fear that he once felt from the past and in time where everything of his world crumbles and he is the only person that survives, found, and offered by the same devi

He was passionate about her but She was afraid of him and his possessiveness. • Description Of The Third Story :- Devil's CRUEL Love [Warning heavy mature and sensitive content and age gap. R18+] "What are you doing here, You duck face?", Devil was approaching her. His steps were slow but threatening. Hie eyes were digging into her soul. Angel shuddered under his hard intense devilish gazes. His deep hazel eyes were staring deeply into her angelic soul. "Are you here for me, huh?", His smirked were making her cringed.

The girl immediately gripped the bedsheet tighter in her fist, her knuckles turning pale. The fear was visible—etched across her face, like she was bracing for impact. He noticed. And he couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. “Relax. I won’t hurt you. Not right now.” Hailey’s throat tensed. “In the future?” she asked, voice uncertain, almost whispering. “No. I will not,” Zayn replied, this time with sincerity. “You’re here because others—those with intentions far worse than mine—are looking for you. As you’ve probably guessed from the news, they’re not good people.”

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

That man shuddered visibly when he felt something metallic thing press against his temple, which he knew very well what it was? He gulped down in fear before settling his eye the man in front of him who in their world was called reincarnation of the Devil and when he looked into his blazing eyes, he got it that it was undeniably true. His dark, ruthless, and powerful aura was something else which he couldn’t handle so he lowered his eyes.

His red eyes slowly lit up a bright red color, followed by black veins in his eyes. “HEEUUAAAHHHHHH…..” Birds begin to fly into the sky. The wind howls louder and louder until it shakes the trees around the area. ‘THAT HUMAN BRAT!!’ ‘SOMEDAY I’LL COME TO YOU FOR SURE.’ ‘AND WE’LL SEE! WHO’S GONNA BE THE PREY.’ Suddenly, a memory fragment appears in the goat-headed devil’s mind, his hand holding his horn as if he still felt the bullet that hit his horn and it still attaches to him. When he feels the sensation again, his body starts to shaking and couldn’t stop.

The devil's voice rang near my ears and I shivered from fear because his breath was lingering on my skin and when I tilted my head I could clearly see that his body is still far away from me while his head is near to my neck. "Ahh..." I yelled, feeling scared, and then fell heavily on the ground. They both stared at me with playful evil eyes as they walked to me with predatory steps and I started crawling back while shouting for help. "Help, Help me. Please. Anybody," My cries for help were completely useless and then the devil laughed loudly making my whole body shiver, his laugh was too scary. "No one's gonna help you, Ella. No one." He said to me and then the person whom I thought was a p