Silly Devil Novels & Stories

When they were attacking before together with Old Xian, they felt that this Great Devil was truly powerful and would be difficult to kill. But now, with just the two of them, they could push back the vortex. Since they could do that, they might as well counterattack Sir Benjamin. They laughed. "You are terrifying when you are at your peak. I don't know what happened in that split second but your weak shriveled state won't be able to deal with us. Now return to where you came from, Great Devil!" The two demons advanced with the artifacts glowing and surrounding them. Sir Benjamin saw this and chuckled, "Don't you know the saying that a thin camel is bigger than a horse? Ah, forgive me. You tw

It was a message from the devil himself, Shea. 'Devon, do you believe in the supernatural?' I nearly choked on my popcorns when I read the message. I hesitated before typing a reply. 'Yeah I guess' His reply popped up on the screen of my phone, shortly. 'Call me crazy but I've been seeing things. Things that I don't understand' I desperately wanted to ignore his messages but I couldn't. 'What have you been seeing?' 'I have strange dreams. I've been dreaming about you. Can I ask you something?'

It's our last day here. I'm almost reluctant to leave but I need to get back and see if the guys have been good. With Salazar around, there's nothing to worry about but once in a while, one of them thinks they can outsmart me by stealing or going to the cops. And I enjoy showing them why I was dubbed the she-devil. Fuck, I miss the scent of blood and the screams that come along with it. How many days has it been since I last had my pound of flesh?

There was a growling sound. Deep. Guttural. Inhuman. I froze. It sounded like some huge dog, or bear. I don’t know if I was delusional or not, but the sound can never come from the middle of a freaking company. Back off! My instincts shouted. Run! But my legs wouldn’t turn in the opposite direction. It was as they had a mind of their own.

He pointed towards the ward down the hallway. Nikolai watched me, waiting for a reaction. I froze and tried to remember where the name came from. My mind went back to days before my wedding. The music at the club was loud. The DJ played with energetic vibes. The bartender mixed two different drinks and slid them towards us. My fingers tightened around the glass as I took a slow sip. Polina's phone vibrated on the table, the screen displayed “Babe.” She didn't hesitate to swipe right and walked toward the exit.

The sound she heard just now was the sound of these underground devils spreading their wings. Looking at the tall, thin, and extremely sinister underground devils, Camille Montgomery recalled what her teacher had said to her in her mind. "The underground devils, based on the difference between the deities they worshipped, are also divided into many races. However, generally speaking, one could judge the level of the devils based on their body and appearance. The lowest-level devil people grew into all kinds of strange forms of wild animals, such as the sixteen-legged spiders and the monsters with dog heads and ape bodies.

It felt like a millenia had passed, yet it also felt like no time had passed at all. His soul was trembling with each passing second, as if it knew by instinct that something formidable was approaching. Or maybe, it was him coming closer to that being, like a fish being reeled in. He had no idea who or what it was, but it carried a level of suffocation and pressure that no human or beast could ever emit. It was an existence close to an evil god...or to be more precise, a devil. Deep terror seized his heart as two red wisps appeared in front of him.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

*sigh* " Hei don't talk about my home like that kid!" " what the, if you love your home so much why the hell didn't you stay there?!" exclaimed Celea " this disrespectful kid..." " oh please don't talk about respect if someone needs lesson in how to respect others than that's you!" The Devil was ready to respond on that comment but was stoped by some kind a wind * bang,bang* the Devil put his hands on the invisible force that looked like it blocked him inside " Is this one of your tricks? get me out of here!" the Devil commanded Celea, thinking that it was her doing

Anything. A tongue formed out of the Black Devil's signature auric sand and licked behind Spitfire's ear before it spoke with a mouthless whisper. "Or do you wish to know what you fear is happening to the other one isn't creative enough? Because I know evil and it can be quite creative."