The Devil Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

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?”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

The man was a Fallen Devil! A Fallen Devil was a Cultivator who had been infected by Devil Qi, or had strayed into the Devil's Practice for some reason. He would possess the strengths of both an Immortal and a Devil.

In a dimly lit room, tension hung heavy in the air as a trembling old man faced a mysterious figure. Fear etched deep lines on his weathered face as he mustered the courage to ask, "Who... are you?" With an air of chilling confidence, the enigmatic presence responded, "Calm down, old man. I'm not here to end your life. Allow me to introduce myself—I am Emine, the Devil Queen." She perched herself on the edge of the bed, toying mischievously with an object in her hands.

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

“Everything will be alright. I just need ‘the Devil’ to invest in the company, but so far he’s refusing. I’ll find another way, I promise.” Alina sniffled and wiped her tears, then looked up at her father, confused. “The Devil? Who is that? Is he… is he really the devil from hell?” Mr. Cole scratched the back of his head nervously, avoiding her gaze at first. But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer.

I winced. "The Devil himself dwells among us and you are well acquainted with his presence!" The woman uttered in a deep voice, fixing her cloudy, cataract-filled gaze upon me. An overwhelming sense of trepidation coursed through my entire being, rendering me breathless. "You know him, the devil, don't you?" I stopped trying to fight my way out of her grip as her words dawned on me. The devil. . .the devil she had warned me about back in the Kingdom of cessi; the devil was Alexander. Dhruv.

The Devil was standing before him, a wicked smile on his face. “Well done, Blake," the Devil said. "You have proven yourself to be quite the hunter." Blake knew that he was in trouble. He had heard stories of hunters who had sold their souls to the Devil in exchange for power, and he knew that he was about to become one of them. "What do you want?" Blake asked, trying to keep his voice steady. The Devil chuckled. "What do I want? I want your soul, Blake. I want to make you more powerful than you could ever imagine.

"Stop with that grin, Kasan. Aren't you an infamous devil? You're supposed to be a dirtbag...even to me and all those stupid mobsters downstairs. I honestly thought you'd be the type to kill any and everyone over simple things like spilt milk, but you're so chummy with us all that it's getting suspicious. Where's the devilish mobster everyone's afraid of?" He shrugged. "I'm devilish when I need to be...not when it comes to you..." Slapping my fingers away from his eyes, he leaned in and before I could even register his movements, he quickly gave me another sloppy, half-assed kiss then flopped back unto the pillow with that stupid grin still on his lips. I laid there silently and watched in c

"Ewweee..." Ewwee? What's that all about? "Why ewweee?" I asked. "Because he's like your step-dad so he must be old, bald and have a huge belly like old those pervs." She answered. Huh! Far from it. The Devil is not old, bald, neither does he have a potbelly. I don't know what ever made her believe that he is unsightly. The Devil is beautiful, it's a curse we must all bear.