Small Mischievous Devil Novels & Stories

Audrey asked, curious to know more. "The devil doesn't bargains, and as possessive and envious as he is, he wasn't willing to just walk away just because God said so" he said, "because he had most of the humans on his side 'cause they where his after all from selling their souls, he formed minions to rebel against God's orders"

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

He froze,who the hell tried to rob the Devil. He craned his neck for that idiot.He spotted a teenage girl searching her pockets.She was looking for a wallet she just stole which had miraculously returned to Asmodeus.He let out a sigh.She was just a child in the game of evil.He could let her go or show her how it's done.He smiled diabolically and approached that unsuspecting lady.

The sound was wet and messy with bones crunching and blood splattering. When I released him, his face was battered beyond recognition “I'm going to ask you one more time. Who. Is. He?!" I seethed. His body twitched and then he whispered filled with pain “Fûck you" A devilish laugh worked its way out of me. I rolled my sleeves up to my elbows, laughing wickedly as I did It was about time to let the beast Elio had put in me unleash

“And when he takes it, we end him.” Lucian didn’t answer immediately. His silence wasn’t hesitation—it was calculation. Marek wasn’t Darius. Darius had been a wolf with a pack, a monster bloated with power. Marek was smaller, meaner. He was the kind of rat that survived famine, the kind that lived on scraps until he found the right throat to sink his teeth into. He wouldn’t approach Serrano empty-handed. Which meant Marek had already prepared his own offering.

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

"Stay out of my way Santiago. I don't need you playing hero. I'm no damsel in distress. I'm going to take you, the black smoke syndicate and the entire group of criminals and thugs that keep the underworld of this city fat and happy. I'm not going to stop until I get rid of every single one of your vermin." "Why?" Her eyebrows drew together and I saw the confusion on her face. "Why what?" I stepped closer, enjoying the way she sucked in a breath. I knew that somewhere in that head, she was convincing herself that her reaction to me was nothing, a fluke, but I wasn't as deluded as her. A thought suddenly began to work itself into my mind as I stared at her pillowy lips and the tiny birthmark

‘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.

Maybe, once Yin starts cultivating this porky midget's body, she could then recruit a few interesting fellows and start recreating a smaller scale version of the most devilish sect that flourished back in the Realm of Celestial Deities. The taboo of taboos! The nightmare of hundred thousands of realms! A cause of torment that even Time could not reverse! Her awesome devilish sect was a cursed existence that treated all mortals and immortals as equals, one that left even the most terrifying, hideous and unwilling deities and devils bitter, helpless and weak. Yin had singlehandedly created it, and it was her proudest masterpiece. The Church of… Love! Yes, love! In this world, in order to relie