The Devil On Campus Novels & Stories

“Or you might regret having to know who you are talking to. Leave Orith alone, or you’ll have all your worst nightmares become your reality.” “We’re not afraid of you.” the other member started acting tough. “Oh?” After Axel uttered that word. His skin began to shed in front of the adolescents. Screams are heard all over the block. But no one came to their rescue. As the devil turned back to his human form and left the scene. The gang was either left unconscious or stunned to the point that they can’t even speak. And if they do, they can only say one word. The Devil has come.

Chapter 7: Campus Hotshots Night’s P.O.V “Guys…not again!” Kai groaned from next to me as he looked at the two girls with narrowed eyes. “Seriously,” Devon’s tone was just as sour. “By now it feels like you guys are just running our fan club.” “Well, we are,” the dark haired girl answered in all seriousness. “But that’s just a side business and its non-profit.” “Oh?” Cole smirked. “Your pants haven’t caught fire yet? Non-profit my ass! You guys sell our photos to the girls on campus for a large amount. I’ve had my people spy on you.”

he replied while opening the door for me. "Let's go," I said, taking my steps towards the car, and immediately left for the inauguration of my hospital's special ward. It was all part of my plan to gain sympathy from the general public, but I had a different, more sinister plan. I would do anything to maintain my innocent angelic image in society. Some people think of me as an angel, and others see me as a god. But I am the devil. As I sat in the car, I couldn't help but let out a cruel smile.

She asked shoving her phone on my face with a wide grin. "He is all over our university i***a page. Well damn dude he is so hot, masculine. Just admit it he have worth looking body. He is a fallen angel", she said drooling over his abs. Well who the hell take his shirtless pictures. Imma damn sure he post it by himself , the self obsessed person he is. "Devil, not by any chance he can be angel". "Devil's are hotter than angel". "I think you didn't listen to me properly he stole my notes from which you also have to study"...I muttered making her think for few second.

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.

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

The loud music and the smoke around here along with men having glasses in their hands and drooling over the strippers dancing on the pole give an absolute nefarious aura to this place. You guys must be wondering who am I ? so let me break the ice to you. I am Christopher Harris, another name for the devil you can say. I work in a mafia gang called Cobra which is run by Richard Scott. Richard has been running this business for the past 25 years. but now he wants to loosen up the burden from his shoulders by handing over it to someone capable of managing it as responsibly as he did. he has only one daughter, Sophia whom he doesn't want to be involved in this profession. he loves her very much.

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

Curious about it, I click on it and it takes me to a page where I see that it is even more serious than I thought, the headline of the article reads "The Devil has Finally made it to our school. SPH Beware." I raise an eyebrow and start talking aloud "Okay that's a bit too dramatic, and that is something coming from me. But How could they refer to somebodys child as 'The Devil' ". And then I gasp. "Except the actual Devil's decided to take a vacation from hell and visit our school. I thought that only happened in the movies".

For a moment, she felt untouchable; but the moment didn’t last. The Bet Behind the building, five young men gathered in the dark parking lot, laughing carelessly. They were known across campus; rich, powerful, and reckless. Their names formed a word whispered in fear: DENIS, ETHAN, VINCENT, INNOCENT, and LAWRENCE (DEVIL) they walk freely in the campus, but no one knew they were the group called the devil. They had watched the show from the VIP seats.