Semi Devils Novels & Stories

They were unaware of my identity, their memories and mine diverging as swiftly as a river branching into separate tributaries. Emilio Vargas, the leader of the Black Shadow, exuded authority as he entered first. His piercing eyes were like twin obsidian orbs that took in every detail of the room. I knew him as the puppeteer, the mastermind behind the cartel's operations. I had fantasized about taking him down, but nothing seemed to stick on them; they had paid puppets in every step.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

The storm howled outside, but inside the world shrank to his hand against her cheek, her tears on his skin, his breath ghosting warm against her lips. She leaned down, kissing him softly. Not the desperate kiss in the rain, not the clash of survival and fear. This one was slower, tender, aching with everything she hadn’t said. Devotion. Relief. A vow she hadn’t realized she’d already made. When she pulled back, his eyes burned—not with fire, but with something quieter, something raw. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Exhaustion claimed him soon after. The fight bled from his body, his hand slipping from hers, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm that slowly steadied into sleep.

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

* Boom* a very loud like explosion sound was heard from where the devil and Celea fell, the interaction made the whole ground shake and even crack Celea had the upper hand in this fight but the devil isn't gonna give up just like that he then looked in the direction of Azar and Celea let her guard down to make sure Azar is still alive, he was indeed safe, she fell into the devils trap of making her lower her guard he then stood up very fast and stubbed her with his sword

, Devil said hung up the phone call, and immediately dialed the number of the beast. "Neil?", Beast picked up the call and asked him. "Time to go, JUN", Devil said in an angry tone. "I'm ready", BEAST replied to him. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Numb and transparent, much like the growing apathetic gloss to amethyst orbs. The denim stepped back, a glint of metal piercing through the dense landscape as Damon tried to scramble backwards, his tiny fists raw and bleeding as they hovered over his face in an act of self-defense. Silver lashes folding downward to mask his fear as laughter rang in his ears. "...Just as I thought..." Leaves crunched all around him, and the black ankle boots Damon adorned on occasion drew to his shivering body in haste. Why was he so numb? Why did everyone hate him? He peeked out from beneath his lashes to trail his gaze over the twisted grins hidden beneath the fog, cerulean eyes, smoldering brown, children'

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************