The Devil's Name Novels & Stories

"Do you know what the devil's real name is?" - No. "The devil's true name is the divider." "What does he share?" - Soul of man. "What are you getting at?" "Let's watch the white birds of the world flying above us." As you can see, all the birds are looking for food. As soon as they find it, a force unknown to us appears in the birds, causing them to peck at their fellows. This force is called differently by different peoples. I'm talking about the devil, but to be more precise, we are talking about the Russian devil.

“Everything I built is gone, my men are dead, all thanks to you.” I kept my tone ice calm. “Hey, sciocco. I earned that name in blood long before you ever stepped into the game, so call that name with respect.” I paused as I let the silence stretch. “Blowing up your hideout is just one way of showing you why they call me the devil. Stay away from my woman. The next time it would be your head rolling across my floor while I fuck her close to your decapitated body.” He laughed bitterly. “Until then, DeLuca.”

"Some street bastard named Matteo killed your father." The words hit Aiden like a punch to the gut. All the heat from the kiss vanished instantly, replaced by cold shock. "What?" Aiden whispered. "Your father broke off a deal with them," Vito continued, his tone casual. "Cheated them out of money and goods. So they took payment another way." Aiden felt like the room was spinning, his hands clenched into fists. Matteo. That was the name. That was who killed his father. Vito set his glass down and looked at Aiden. His eyes were sharp and calculating, trying to figure out how much he could handle.

A thrill ran through me because to be fair, he did look like a boss to me. “Yes, the boss. Some people call him the devil, some go the foreign language route and call him diavolo which is Italian for devil. That should clue you in that he has Italian heritage hence his name, Luca Barone.” “Luca?” I giggled before I could stop myself. “Would you like to explain to me what's so funny, Miss Nova?” I swiftly clamped my lips in silence, and shook my head negatively. “I guessed so. Please refrain from interrupting me unnecessarily.”

The way he checked behind him, just a glance, just a flick of his eyes, to make sure I was still there. He was covered in blood. He had cut off a man's head. He had killed and killed and killed and he had not stopped because stopping meant something might reach me. And then I remembered who he was. The Devil of Vercelli. A man so feared that criminals stepped aside when he walked in. A man with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. A man who had bought me at an auction and called me a ward and told me not to settle into his house.

“You don’t know? Jesus Christ. He’s a fucking monster living among humans. That man’s not normal. He’s dangerous—deadly. You don’t toy with Lucifer Cain.” The buzz-cut guy snorted, still halfway joking. “What, he’s like… mafia or assassin or something?” “His name is one that's not to be mentioned,” the woman said as she placed her legs on the table. “We are fucking cooked.” Valar’s voice trembled with fear and anger. “He could pull down a whole fucking city if he wanted to. That man is the devil himself.” “Sounds like someone from the movies,” buzz cut boy said. Everyone flashed him a look and valar rolled his eyes.

i signed a deal with the devil. The month after my senior prom was when I lost both my mother and father in a terrible accident.i didn't have any siblings so it was the loneliest and most painful time of my life . camelle made sure to cheer me up but there's only so much she could do..I was inconsolable and depressed for a long time..I finished with high school and the little money my parents left for me, camelle and I left for the big city..I worked and went to college and after school I worked even more to pay off my student loan.i never had an easy life,so when I met Damon I was greatful to have him..I thought he loved me the way I was. I was greatful because they were my only family…I di

It all began when the devil was first sent out of the heavens. He had wandered on earth in loneliness until he found a human woman who loved and accepted him the way he was. She was bonded to him, and she hoped that he'd turn away from his evil ways, but it wasn't easy to get the devil to turn a new leaf. He went on with his deceitful behavior, and the woman left him when she couldn't take it anymore. She eloped with a human male, but she discovered that she was pregnant with the devil's son. She tried everything to terminate the pregnancy, but it didn't work out well for her, and when she finally had the baby, she threw him into the forest, hoping he'd die there. But, the devil found his so

Devil: "You don't trust me?" Nameless: "No, it's just that this person has no relevant information on the internet. It had as clean as a blank sheet of paper." Devil: "Oh? Is that so?" It was obvious that the other side did not believe her. After all, how can anyone be as clean as a blank sheet of paper? He felt that Nameless just was not able to find any relevant information, so he was saying that.

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.