The Devil Can Quote Scripture Novels & Stories

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

With a straight face she said, "That's typical nowadays. Call a priest." "Will you let me talk?" I stifled a laugh. "I would never stay in a haunted house. The ghost could have it." "So what are you saying?" Jen was growing tired of my passiveness. "The devil is real. God is real. They're constantly fighting this battle. This battle for the mighty, for the righteous, for power and glory. Or maybe for order. Who knows? They've been fighting since," I stumbled upon my diction. I didn't know how long. "Since the beginning of free will. And this time, the stalemate might have a turn of events."

Cassian’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her as he watched himself disappear inside her again and again. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned. Sera reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while bouncing on him. When she came, her walls fluttered around his cock, triggering his own powerful release. They cleaned up, dressed in power suits, and prepared for war. But something fundamental had shifted between them in the night. The devil was no longer just kneeling. He was beginning to worship.

“Are you saying that these are signs of the apocalypse?” I shrug, unsure if what I’m seeing is on par with what I know. “I know that it’s a mad idea, but it’s the only thing that makes sense.” Azazel looks confused. “But you’re the bloody devil. Wouldn’t you know if the end of days were here? Not just that, all of the supernatural scriptures state that you’re the pivotal figure in all of the apocalyptic prophecies. Are you planning the end of the world, mate?”

I held my breath and continue reading. “He really left us, me and his child. He was really a devil incarnation, his the devil himself. The quote I read before, when I was still in earth did come true. And I never expected for it to happen to me. I should have not stared, I should have stop him from staring at the abyss.” What?… It felt like their was bomb drop right through my face. A child? Staring at the abyss? Was it metaphoric expression about the quote? Or was it in literal sense?!

He repeated her words highly confused, but had an ounce of knowledge who she was talking about. “You don’t know? That woman cursed by the devil himself and all that voodoo madness. The woman on the TV claiming to be some saint donating to the children hospitals and carrying on. I know a devil when I see one and she is definitely a curse. Our pastor son fell victim to her spell and fell into a depression. Started drinking, but thank ya!...” She lifted her hands in a dramatic pause that caused Antonio to lift an eyebrow. “My God is so worthy. David came back home to us.”

A ripple of shock spread through the crowd. What? Whatever proof that he has, I’m sure he just fabricated that. He never gets tired of trying to play dirty would me. He would never win like that. So, is this his revenge for father’s unfair favoritism? Lord Roberto's eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?!” he blurted out of anger. Bryan shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t make accusations without receipts.” He gestured to one of his men, who immediately moved to set up a laptop connected to the church’s projector. My forehead creased as the screen flickered to life.

the devil rudely replied lying and I could also see he was struggling in trying stand up and stop bowing. "Yes, you have and I have come to take one of my sheep. My sheep listen to my voice; I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me— "I still don't know what you are talking about!" the devil continued speaking lies, his natural language. There he transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as the light.

"I don't deserve you being this understanding." "Maybe not." I managed something close to a smile, small and tired. "But I'm done spending my life waiting for the world to hand me what I deserve. I'd rather choose what I want instead." "And what do you want?" I looked at him for a long moment, this man who'd been called the Devil by everyone who thought they knew him, who was, underneath all of it, just as broken and just as desperate to fix what had been broken as I was.

Let the drama begin. “It’s been hard to be bad,” he said in a pitiful voice, “I don’t have the respect or help I used to have. Quotas to meet, monthly horned head counts, dream appearances, worshipping hours, and pacts in exchange for crappy souls. I’m only one Devil!”