Story Of The Devil Novels & Stories

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

Melissa's eyes lit up as she said her last sentence “Don't worry, they are not bad people. There is even a kind-hearted devil who has lived 1000 years and knows many things in this world. Duh, even though she is hundreds of times older than my grandmother, her face is still very beautiful and perfect. Ah, looks like I have to ask what skincare brand she uses ... Hana didn't listen to Melissa's next chatter at all. Her mind only focus on the one word that Melissa had said. "De ... Devil?" She asked in a low voice. "Huh?" Melissa stopped her babbling "Do you say something, Han?" Hana looked at Melissa closely "You mean, the real devil?" Asked Hana to which Melissa answered with a nod of her he

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

"My father is the king after all. I've spent my days in the palace, living a life of luxury." "Your father...is the king?" Dominik asked, a bewildered look, plastered on his face. "Yes, is that a problem?" Dominik went quiet for a while. "Have you heard of the devil alpha?" The name immediately rang a bell in my head. Over the year, there a known group of Lycans, led by the devil alpha. The devil alpha was known for his strength, power, and ruthlessness. I had heard my father discussing about it with Vera and from the way he spoke, he detested the devil alpha.

"And yet, you haven’t. Either you have something to gain by keeping us alive, or you simply enjoy the sound of your own voice." The devil let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. "Clever girl. Very well. I’ll answer your question." It leaned forward, its glowing red eyes gleaming with something indecipherable. Then, its next words shattered their expectations. "I wasn’t always a devil," it said smoothly. "A hundred and twenty years ago… I was human." The statement hung in the air, heavy and impossible. Ken stiffened. "You—what?" The devil smirked. "Surprised? Did you think devils are born out of thin air? No. Some of us… were created."

“Do you have a death wish?” Zoe was past the point of being intimidated. She shrugged, as casual as could be. “You’re definitely not an angel anyway. You’re a devil.” She paused, leaning in close to his ear to whisper, “A lustful, perverted devil.” “...” Apparently, he had been too easy on her, because this little brat was getting way too bold. Aaron didn’t say another word. He turned his attention back to bathing her, focusing on every detail with cold precision, but he refused to look at her. No matter what she said, he gave her the silent treatment.

I already informed my guards to be alert around her and to not let her out of their sight. Any one who fails or defiles me, would face grim consequences. They do not call me the devil for no reason. My head turned to the peaceful, sleepy Lucia, and I shook my head. How could she sleep so peacefully in this situation? One minute she was all over the place, kicking and cursing at me for taking her away from her weakling of a boyfriend, who has been cheating on her, the next she is sleeping peacefully like she has no care in the world.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

Then the words came, low and rough, like they’d been dragged from somewhere deep and buried. “My mother was killed when I was fourteen,” he said. “Conti hit. They wanted to send a message to my father about territory. She was caught in the crossfire, wrong place, wrong time. Or maybe exactly the right place if you were them.” His voice cracked on the last word, the first real fracture she’d ever heard in it. “I found her. Still warm. Eyes open like she was waiting for me to do something. That’s when I became this.” He gestured vaguely at himself, at the blood on his knuckles. “The devil they all whisper about. Because the only way to survive was to become worse than what took her.”