Satan Crying Novels & Stories

[AUTHOR'S VOICE] "Oh, Moon Goddess! I humbly request, please take away this pain. I am unable to breathe — my lungs are filled with smoke that hiss; I cannot scream my lungs out. Please heal my soul…!" —— Hesitatingly, a pair of startling chartreuse eyes slowly opened only to collide with a heavy set of bright dots that evilly pulsated effortlessly, to make the one who has just woken up from a dry, dreamless world, groan in response to their blinding reflections.

Not Luka, not Naia. Even the wolves bowed their heads. The sky opened up, rain washing away the blood but not the grief. And from the center of it all, Dante howled. Not the call of an alpha. Not a cry of rage. But a raw, human wail of loss so deep, so guttural, it cracked through the silence like thunder. The earth mourned with him. The storm answered in kind. And for the first time in his life— Dante wished he had died with her.

“He told everyone you’re just having a breakdown. That it’s the stress and the devil getting to you. I’m praying for you, Eden. Please come to Sunday service. Let God heal this.” Eden stared at the message. The nerve of someone who once hugged her through gritted teeth now pretending to mourn her choices. She didn’t respond. She deleted it. Then she slid her sunglasses on, shut the trunk, and climbed behind the wheel. The ignition turned, and music picked up right where she left it—this time, something instrumental, slow and unfamiliar. She didn’t change it. The silence between lyrics felt like room to breathe. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like she was running.

My pussy, wait not even my pussy, that thing can't fit my mouth. “ You can stop staring now, Samantha!” Maximo shouts before he smirks at me. Santino however, marches forward, one foot in front of the other. I look around. “ Don't even think about it or I will burn you alive!” Maximo yells. Santino in all his naked glory makes it near me and I can't control my eyes. Near, it looks even more huge than it did where he was standing. My jaw drops. “ Try what you did again, and I will let you fall to your death,” He growls, his sapphire eyes chilling me down. His voice is sharper than any edge, and I can feel it cutting me down.

she said. “You sure there isn’t a video?” Danny asked excited. “You are that excited for a villain?” Clara asked stepping into the elevated stage and walked to the portrait and touched it. There was a video. Of butterflies slicing the forces and her blowing up the battle field. Creatures falling from the sky and chains falling and passing through fellow supernaturals. Her just sitting there and laughing the entire time. Then there was a scream. “What’s happening?” Danny asked. Clara looked at the video and the woman was the one screaming. The woman opened her eyes and Clara saw green and her sight was assaulted. There was a big blast which pushed Clara off the stage, but Danny caught her.

Satan's tone remained casual. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I-I can't believe this is happening." A faint laughter could be heard on the other side. "What aren't you telling me?" Lucifer asked, feeling a growing sense of anger. "I'm just joking. Ezekiel is fine, probably. Even angels aren't dumb enough to march into R'lyeh without Cthulhu's permission." Satan was laughing loudly now. "I-I can't believe you actually thou-" Lucifer threw the echo into a tree as hard as he could, lodging it into the wood.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

"A cosmic joke, you say?" The voice hummed thoughtfully. It was deep, smooth, and oddly soothing. Do wolves always sound this good? "Humans have now evolved so much, placing themselves above the supernatural? I find it rather appalling." The voice began to move around me. I could not see him, but I knew he was circling, and I turned repeatedly, trying to follow the sound without losing my balance. "Now, be attentive, little one. This is the last time I shall appear to you, and my time is nearly spent."