The Devil On Campus Novelas e Histórias

I stopped in front of him, clasping my hands tightly, fixing my eyes on a spot on his white long-sleeved shirt. There was a stain there, beside the top button; a tiny peal of blood. “Go on, go look at her. See if you'll remember who it is.” I glanced at him my brows knitting together. I should… identify the body? I still couldn't see his face so it was very easy to imagine the depiction of the devil I saw on the Sundays we went to a Catholic Church, the one we were always told to pray against. I swallowed, sidestepping him. Immediately I walked in the bathroom I felt someone looking at me.

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. And Dante Moretti—the Devil himself—had been the one she bargained with. “Why are you telling me this now?” she whispered. “Because you need to decide, Seraphina.” He stepped closer again, eyes locked on hers. “This world is cracking. The barrier between what is and what was is thinning. War is coming. Not just between crime families. But between realms.”

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

Chapter 73– CRINGE The sermon continued like a storm that refused to break. Pastor Wright’s voice boomed through the speakers, filling every corner of the church hall with righteous fire. “The devil is attacking our children! He is twisting love into lust, identity into abomination! Homosexuality is not a lifestyle — it is a spirit of perversion sent to destroy families, to corrupt the youth, to mock the sacred order God established!”

"If anyone saw your face back there, they'd think we just had our first big couple's argument." His arms disappeared from my waist as soon as those words reached his ears and he frowned. I immediately gripped his wrist before he even had the chance to walk away from me. "It's upsetting that you checked my background like a creep, but you don't need to care about Lucas." I assured him. "I'm not the same kid I used to be back then. If he dares to try anything, I'll break his arm myself. Then again, you'd probably do that before I can..." I shrugged. "I honestly don't get why a so-called devil is so obsessed with me, but it makes me feel....untouchable. You wouldn't let him hurt me, would you?

KRIS: It's been a month since I last had any contact with The Devil himself. People knew we were not together anymore and luckily for me, no one has asked about it. Not even my friends nor my mom. I wasn't ready to delve into my horrific tale: the tale of the girl that fell in love with her father's killer. Worse than telling people of my ordeal, was how I felt. Void. Like my heart had been ripped out of me. There was also this constant feeling of guilt nagging at me.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Sam suddenly took her eyes off Shane when she saw Shane's scary face staring at her badly. No one knows what happened to the three young students by the time they left their respective classrooms before. Nor can anyone determine who committed the murder. The events from that day have been spectacular. The devil that remained in Shane's body was free to commit horrific events.