The Devil Novels & Stories

“He would get me out, and he'd provide me with safety. And even after that, he would help me get Theon back.” Leita glances at me, serious once again without a hint of a smile, sunny or otherwise. “And who was this man?” she asks. “He said his name is Xaveraq. The devil.” She shudders. “The…devil?” Leita raises her brows. “Like, Lucifer, that angry dude who fell from the Christian Heaven? That guy?” “No. He said the Christian concept of the devil was founded on him...on his race. Devils. I…I still don’t really get it. But whatever he is, he’s so, so powerful, unlike anything I'd ever seen before.”

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

I looked at her with deadly coldness before the words slipped from my lips simply. "The Devil of Black Magic… then." Her eyes widened in obvious shock, and she swallowed hard. "N-No… I cannot speak about him, please." "That Devil disappeared thousands of years ago… do you know why he has appeared now?" I questioned, ignoring her words. She shook her head quickly. "I know nothing about him except that he is the greatest enemy of witches. He is the doom of us all." I had heard about that Devil before, but I had never seen him. Everyone believed he was merely a legend… a terrifying story told to children, nothing more than fiction.

the devil cooed, pushing a hand through his curls. Christian’s brow furrowed. “Saint--?” “Do you want to stay with these people,” the devil whispered, and he gave a timid nod. “Best we soothe the frightened cattle then.” He turned you out to face the crowd, smiling ear to ear. “I am a wrathful god, but behold! I am also merciful.” My flock murmured in disbelief at that claim of godhood, but they also couldn’t seem to stop staring at the crimson eyed terror and his captive pawn. “I have resurrected my Christian that he may continue to lead you and carry on my work. Fall to your knees and worship.”

The place was terrifying, the whole cave was painted in red human blood. "Can you tell me more about an demon?" Ryan asked. "A demon is an evil spirit. There are good demons and there are demons who do evil. We are controlled by our revered master, the devil, his chambers is the largest of all and he resides in another mountain entirely. We use diabolic powers gotten from the devil. We are evil gods. We live where humans don't reside, we live far away in the woods, deserts, near the graves, some of us are ghosts, spirits of the dead, especially those who died by violence or those that were not properly buried. We choose to serve

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was th

"I feel so very scared because after all this is something that is very, very difficult for me to achieve and also this is something that is very, very complicated. For the past few days the kings have not given any news at all and I was thinking that maybe after two more days Mr. Robert and the two of you would go to catch up with the king and help them. How do I feel like I'm not okay? In fact, I feel that this will be something that will make the demons very happy because they feel they have been able to exorcise and also do something so evil to us. Is it true that everything is like that and will we always think about something bad or something else? Because after all this will be a very

“And grief, if you let it, will turn even a good man into the thing he despises.” Adrian’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Then perhaps that is what I must become, the thing they already call me. The devil of Deira.” He turned, cloak sweeping behind him as he strode toward the stables. Spencer watched him go, his heart heavy. There were no more words left that could reach him. Far from Adrian’s castle, the Royal Palace glowed beneath a veil of winter mist. Inside its gilded halls, the air was no less poisonous than the cup Adrian imagined.

So people being wary of pretty people makes sense. The biblical devil was the most beautiful. Still, I cling to the Earth expression, the greatest trick the devil played was convincing the world he didn’t exist. For all the forms that evil takes, I know that true Devils lie in the details that every one seems to miss. Details, I shouldn’t have missed.