Psychopath Devil Novels & Stories

He know it's another day for his endless punishment, he know nobody will save him from the devil, and now, he regret everything, he should've stayed in his own lane, he shouldn't have let his desperation taken over him, he shouldn't have let his hunger for power, get the best of him, thereby leading him to mess with the wrong man, but it's all pointless now, he should've thought about all that, before messing with the devil, he should've imagined the consequence, before dinning with the devil, but he didn't, and now, he has to take the whole consequence. He raised his head slowly to look at the man, standing before him, as he felt the bone in his, making a cracking sound, sending a strong wa

"Try me. Just so you know, this place is mine. No one will stop me if I want to fuck an American girl like you. They don't know you. You're not one of us." "The police will catch you and throw you in jail." "Really? Before the police come, I'll take you to my bed first. Hmm, you're really beautiful. What's your name?" Angel turned her face away when the man grabbed her chin. She could only pray to God to send an Angel to help her. She was very scared. The man was like a psychopath. He had a tattoo of a dagger and a two-headed snake along his arm. Angel was sure the man was a member of a gangster. No one dared to interrupt the man. The people who came to the bar just walked past her and didn'

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

"I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't they be human like us? Obviously, they have some powers." "You know what, Mark? That's okay, it's just as you say," the teacher cut him off from speaking further, although Mark seemed about to say something else, but then the bell rang. I breathed a sigh of relief. However, as I packed my things into my bag, I kept pondering the same question Mark had asked. Are those demons like us? Thinking about it, I felt my skin crawl. So, I dismissed the thought. As I walked out into the hallway, I bumped into Alessa and K

He continued, “When your body is taken permanently, I’ll be given a reward for my loyalty and obedience. The power I have right now is nothing compared to what is coming.” He threw his head back, shut his eyes, and smiled as if imagining the moment already. I glanced at Kristen who looked just as confused and afraid as I felt. So basically, I was going to be used as a vessel to resurrect the devil. I was terrified, and I had every right to be. I picked my words carefully, trying to engage in a conversation with the psychopath. “Why are you after so much power? You already seem rich and powerful enough. Why do you need more? What's your motive?”

Saint swallowed hard before continuing in his mind, "Lucas, first impressions matter a lot! And hurting your mate is that first f*cking impression of yours. Don't you think this act of yours is not just hurting our mate physically but also mentally. Lucas, you know this very well that people call you a walking devil. But in reality, it's just the two of us who know what you actually are. You are not that cruel, cold or ruthless and also those harsh words that people rub you with. The world has painted a cruel and dark picture of yours. They have shown you as a creature of death who would beat anyone up, kill anyone down just for his own satisfaction. Isn't that what is the definition of a de