The Devil Can Quote Scripture Novels & Stories

“I think they were afraid of me, Father… but they also obeyed me. They said I was one of them — only stronger. Bigger. Their leader.” Zerach’s heart stopped for a beat. He had read of such beings — not from mortal history, but from the forbidden scriptures hidden deep beneath the royal crypt. The beings of flame and darkness — the Dravari, an ancient race of shadow-born demons who once tried to consume the Beast Kingdom. They had been defeated centuries ago — or so it was said. But their spirit never truly died. And now his son… had seen them. “Then I saw her,” Lucien said suddenly.

The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy. Someone.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

So, still looking at us, he recited: "I looked into the eyes of the devil, dear God. And he felt more for me than you in my entire miserable life. "His fingers slid smoothly, touching the lower notes, and his eyes remained exclusively on me, as he added: "So, dear God, if there is one thing I don't believe in, it's you.”

’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen. My phone buzzes again. The Devil: ‘My dreams usually come true.’ The audacity of this man. ME: ‘I will be the one to break that trend.’ The Devil: ‘Trust me when I say that I always get what I want, Evelyn.’ Who the hell does he think he is? God?????? ME: ‘Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with me Vincent Beckett.’ The Devil: ‘I think you’re the one who’s falling in love with me. :)’

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

He stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. He looked infuriatingly calm. Ronan Blackwood I've been too shocked to recognise him last night but now - fuck! Ronan Blackwood the rumoured devil. I had no idea if I should scream or just laugh because how the hell did I end up with the devil himself? “You had no right,” I said, my voice low, hard. “I saved your life.” he responded calmly. “You took it.” I marched toward him, heat burning through my chest. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t give me a choice. You just—scooped me up like I was some damsel who needed a knight.”

Not yet. ‎Tonight, the devil had come for his own

, she was still trying to buy me into her idea of fate. “ And you think I would believe him even if he were to get on his knees? Look, even this musician said it……um…. what's his name again”, I tapped my head, trying to remember his name, “ yes, Alec Benjamin, he said it, the devil doesn't bargain. He will never change because devils never change”, I said and Sasha laughed again.