Super Devil Novels & Stories

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

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.”

His hidden mockery cut her heart with a blunt knife; she pushed back her tears by blinking her eyes repeatedly. “Who are you? How do you know me?” “Wrong question!” He waved his finger and stalked towards her. “What can you do to tear Alpha Eric’s world?” She got alerted at her worst enemy’s name, her shoulders got tensed at his uncanny question. “I could strike a deal with devil if needed.” Sophia growled furiously; her eyes ablaze with her inner fire. “Hello, Sophia. I am the devil.” He stretched his arm for a handshake, his firm grip livened her hope.

she said quietly. “No.” “They’re working.” “Yes.” Her jaw clenched. “Against their will.” Dominic didn’t answer. Because there was no point denying it. Inside, Dominic found the fracture. It wasn’t obvious. Not a break. More like a deviation. A pattern that didn’t align with the rest. Less stable. Less controlled. “Luca,” he said. The system surged. Harder this time. The pressure spiked, compressing pathways, forcing reroutes, increasing noise.

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

That black hair… dripping red with the blood of his parents. Why? He knew it couldn’t have been real. Monsters didn’t exist. "How cute … I’ll spare you." A coy smile, before cherry blossom eyes rimmed with sadistic pleasure lowered, "You, who shall become the embodiment of sin." Why are you doing this? Shaking the memory from his head, throbbing and still sore from the blows yesterday, Damon struggled with all he had. His elbow jutted to the side, limbs swinging in every direction as the grips on him grew tighter. "Get off me! Stop bullying me!!!"

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.