The Devil On Campus Novels & Stories

I don’t want to actually summon anything…let alone the Devil. I sink down onto a velvet settee in front of the window and run my fingers over the dark purple velvet. There have only been firsthand accounts recorded about what happens when the Devil is summoned, and no one knows exactly how accurate those accounts are. No one knows for sure what he looks like. Some reports describe him the way pop culture does. Tall, horned, with the face of a goat and the body of a lamb. Others describe him as a handsome man in a suit. We went over it briefly in my advanced-level defensive magic class, and it’s one of those subjects the professors here don’t like to talk about in fear it could encourage an i

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

Hope whines and then we’re moving fast and our feet are finding the ground again. The devil takes a couple steps back, then slowly and carefully falls to one knee. If I were in my human form I might laugh without being able to control it, a nervous trait. The sight of this male who could probably breathe fire from his mouth and gut this forest and everything in it in minutes… Goddess if all those assholes at school could see me now. A massive, real life devil, the literal largest of life killers that ever walked the earth… kneeling before ME.

They keep them locked up and starved and abused, and he was a part of the organization who were asking for the life of Calista I won't just kill him, I'll skin him after I get all that I need, I will gouge out his eyeballs and feed him his diçk, I'll peel the skin from his limbs while he screams I would do worse than what the devil could ever do to him in hell. The bald man's eyes shone with disbelief. He pressed the blade deeper into the girl's neck. She whimpered, her face filled with sorrow and tears. “Shoot him" the girl mouthed My fingers tightened around my gun. My jaw locked tight. Extremely tight. Every helpless person here only reminded me of the time Calista was kidnapped and locke

"Offer a man power, and he shall do anything for you. But even though I love to chat, it is time for the next show." I listen in horror as he starts to recite the ancient words of a spell I know that is not in the Seven Spells. This man is clearly trying to take a shortcut, though now is not the time for me to worry about how stupid he truly is. The voices of the fairies screech over the howls of the wolves. The Vampires start to scatter around as I watch in horror as the ground beneath them begins to open. The Devils Trap, a spell that consumes the earth and everything above it, the process has started and will not stop until all in the stadium has been sucked in. This will go wrong; this s

"Until we take what we want." And just like that— We’re making a deal with the devil. But the thing about devils? They never see it coming when you burn them first. They have no idea. It just feels like a dream until it actually happens.

“This is sin. This is disgrace. This is shame!” “Isaac!” my mother said softly, tears already in her eyes. “Please…” He ignored her. His eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and unforgiving. “You went out there, you got corrupted. This is what happens when you leave your family, your church. You let the devil in!” I stood up, trembling but defiant. “It’s not the devil, Dad! It’s me! It’s who I am!” His hand hit the table again, harder this time. “No it’s not!”

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

Kylie pulls her hand from my grip, flustered, throwing a dirty glare at Lyla. “Nah, what's the fun in that? Go on, tiger, pounce on me. But remember, you run that dirty little mouth of yours, and I'll show you exactly how foul I can be.” Lyla glowered. I go up to my locker and pull the things out that I require. I just want to get out of this hallway as soon as possible. I don't want them hurting Kylie or anyone else for that matter. Suddenly, I hear heavy breathing behind me. I turn around to find that it's Devon. Devon is known for organizing rave parties at his farmhouse often. It is rumored that he drugs girls and sleeps with them. He stands uncomfortably close to me, hovering all over m

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.