Primal Fear Devil Novels & Stories

"You-You need to run! That's a Devil , Nat- the Devil." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Demon eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.

Angelina had never seen anything that scary in her life. "I had previously thought that you were the devil's incarnate. Turns out I was wrong. Dead wrong. You're worse than the devil himself, Devilina. Because you're a bitch. A filthy, disgusting, cheap bitch. A bitch eager to sink her clawing fangs into any willing magnate. A bitch who's constantly in heat twenty four hours a day for seven days, as long as there are dicks with deep, loaded pockets around."

I purred. “Nothing, the devil, called me.” her body was shivering with fear. “Devil?” I asked. “She is talking about the great Alexander Hunt, the devil,” Chris answered immediately. I could feel how people were scared of his name. He is a devil, and today he was about to eat my best friend. “It’s ok. You are the best, and when you feel scared, think of Esrael, ok,” I don’t know what shit I talked to her.

“Generally, I don’t speak as well. In fact, I had never spoken a single word till now. Everyone here used to think that I am mute and deaf. I thought with these disabilities this organization will let me go but my bad luck I got caught by Devil himself and seems like I am stuck here forever. You might wonder who is the devil? Well, the one who owns everything here. I can feel his presence even makes no noise while entering the room.” ‘Fuck. How can I take her from here? With her wish or without her wish, she is the queen of this place.’, Pravi thought and saw the knob of the door getting turned, revealing the devil himself, but he doesn’t look like one. She looked toward Pragati, who turned

I would love to make myself a pair of working boots out of you and stepp in cow and horse shit with them as often as possible. He was the devil himself, going way out to increase fear, and his torture where worse and worse the angrier he got. However, I refused to be afraid. Along with his words was his hot, heavy stank breathing. They brought a picture of a devil from those cult books I’ve had to study in the past. Yes, this was evil incarnate in front of me.

Jason wanted to gamble again, betting that this sword strike could completely destroy the devil. Little Apple had also risked everything because of his unconditional trust in Jason. After all, they were father and son. The devil seemed to have realized the crisis, which was a crisis between life and death. The devils had all negative emotions in the world. They used the negative emotions in the world as the source of energy, but there was only one emotion that should not have appeared. That was fear. They were the greatest terror in the world, so how could they be afraid of others?

On the outside He is a hard man Whom the pack fears But it looks like He has met his match- Kayola, who makes him melt. PenaciousShewa DEVILIO’S POV YESTERDAY I woke up on the wrong side of my bed. Actually, I slept on my couch so…yeah. Running the whole Territory and making sure that people fear me is a lot of work. Since my father died, I have been in charge of the pack and honestly, it tells on me sometimes.