Super Devil Novels & Stories

All of this, to his astonishment was the door with his six yellow eyes and his red skin, he was wearing a white robe open over his shoulders and loose revealing his muscles. As he was revealing his chiselled belly and all his deltoids and his tight thighs, he was revealing his entire red body, and his biceps and arms he was occupying the humanoid shape of his long, shapely legs. The devil was wearing a white boot that went halfway up his thighs, and a long white thong that only covered part of his ass down to below the thighs and the front covered up to half of his firm thighs, which were adorned with skulls around it like a girdle he looked six inches taller than Astro-Star.

His frame towering over her. She lowered her gaze, unable to stand those alluring eyes of his. He placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting her head and her gaze to meet with his. "Too late. You signed. You're mine little dove," Scott said, his deep voice low and menacing.

I asked him. Salvatore sighed. He does that whenever someone finds it hard to understand? “You are in the best spot for this. I have trained you well, and best still, you have the nerve to attract any kind of person, including him.” I scoffed. “He will kill me before I get to him.” I said. That was obviously true. The feared Dante, leader of the Mafia and a popularly known Mafia Lord was bound to shatter me into pieces and have me killed. I had heard about him, and what he did to people. There had been nothing nice from those stories.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

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.

"I already cursed you not to be able to walk under the sun because of your betrayal... You'd live with it and so would your followers." Dracula stepped forward and gulped down the concoction that was made by the devil and he clutched his stomach, his eyes rolled skyward. "Yes!" The devil cackled. "It's working." Dracula fell on the ground and shivered before letting out a loud shout that shook the earth. A new demon was born! "All hail Azelbub!" They chanted, bowing down to the master. "Jonathan!" The devil exclaimed and a young man answered. "Step into the middle."

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

For what felt like a skyrocket, a figure shot upward to the sky and stood just a few inches from where Zeus was and was also floating on air. Darkness blazed everywhere, and it became so hideous that made Lucas and Draco fall to their knees but as expected Zeus was the only one left standing. The devil had emerged, and he was just like the replica of Lucas. Same features, but only that the Devil's hair was darker and he had a crest on his forehead. “Hello son.” Luci the devil spoke while facing his back at Lucas. Lucas, who was on his knees, finally felt a little strength surging around him, and he quickly got up.