Scary Devils Novels & Stories

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Five Years ago “No. Please No.” Laurel pulls away from the man with all the strength left inside her but nothing she does seems to get her out of his grip. She screams as hard as her voice can get but the other girls stand still, with their face to the ground as they try hard not to wrap their hands around themselves, to shield their unclad body from the eyes of the grinning men. They all shiver in frightening fear but none dares to resist the action taken on them, the fondling and different kind of assaults that still retains their value as it will be needed.

"I feel so very scared because after all this is something that is very, very difficult for me to achieve and also this is something that is very, very complicated. For the past few days the kings have not given any news at all and I was thinking that maybe after two more days Mr. Robert and the two of you would go to catch up with the king and help them. How do I feel like I'm not okay? In fact, I feel that this will be something that will make the demons very happy because they feel they have been able to exorcise and also do something so evil to us. Is it true that everything is like that and will we always think about something bad or something else? Because after all this will be a very

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

The man screamed loudly as it dug into his tongue, creating an hole so visible. The other stared in terror, fear gripping him. "Who sent you?" He asked, yet again. He didn't raise his voice... He didn't need to because he already owned that aura of a man so scary... A Devil in a human form. "I don't know I swear.. Please" The men cried out in desperation. Dante let out a scary laughter. "Please? You have the guts to say the word please? A woman was just saying that word to you few minutes ago yet you were hitting on her" He half yelled, his eyes turning completely red..

‘But…what are Mirror Devils? When she saw the confused looks on Darryl and the others’ faces, she bit her lips and continued, “Mirror Devils are unusual. They’re really evil and like to transform into stone steles. The surface of the stone steles will be as smooth as a mirror. Once someone approaches and looks into the mirror, the Mirror Devil will transform into that person. So, your sister and friend were ambushed by these Mirror Devils.” Quincy and the others looked at Darryl, feeling ashamed of themselves.

Even though she just wanted to run away from her duties and responsibilities. Eva didn't know what to say, especially if her misunderstanding went that far. After all, there was no way he would bring a devil here and show it to Iris for her to believe. "A devil can't be killed with ordinary bullets. They won't die even if you rip his heart out. Or, even if you crush his body into small pieces, he will still live. I hope you can focus on what I'm telling you. Demons are humans' natural enemies and the most dangerous things on earth." Eva glanced at Iris with a sharp gaze as she looked back.

“Let them run. Let them taste exile and hunger. Their return will not require pursuit; the world beyond Deira is not kind to traitors.” Juno tilted her head. “And here? What of those who remain? Those who might still dream of following?” Indira looked to her. “You have a thought.” “Not a thought, Majesty,” Juno replied with a delicate curtsey. “A caution. Fear is not always loud , sometimes it whispers. And sometimes, a whisper is enough to break a house.” Malcolm frowned. “Speak plainly.”

His aura rolled over me like a storm, suffocating, cold, ancient. His lips curled into a dark smile as he regarded my trembling form. My chest heaved as I stumbled backward, every instinct screaming at me to run, yet my legs rooted to the ground beneath the weight of his crimson stare. The Devil Alpha was even more terrifying than the stories whispered around campfires. No one had ever truly described him, not his voice, not his face, because no one who had seen him or entered his territory had lived to tell the tale. He was no ordinary Alpha….. his aura was suffocating, darkness itself coiled around him like a cloak. His wolves were said to be monsters, his power cursed.

Obsidian cliffs rose like fangs, each echoing with the endless cries of the damned. Below, demons soared—winged monstrosities lashing the tortured with whips of bone and sinew. Blood ran like water in channels carved through black rock. We plunged deeper. A fortress rose from a lake of black fire—spires of rusted iron and sharpened obsidian twisted toward the sky. The Devil’s Keep. The heart of corruption. Through a broken window, we entered. Inside: firelit gloom, a forge of horror. Torture devices lined the walls. Hooks. Blades. Machines meant not to kill, but to unmake.