The Devils Novels & Stories

"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.

For two hours. Freya thought she had allergies. When they finally stopped sobbing, Inner Devil 2 said, ‘Okay. Let’s be real. We’re stuck. So, let’s awaken the devil in Freya.’ Inner Devil: ‘Good luck to us. She’s got standards so high, NASA couldn’t reach them.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Still, if heaven sent us here, maybe we are the right devils for the job.’ Inner Devil: ‘I mean, technically, we work for Satan, but I guess God outsourced us.’

‡ { The Cold Glam Bitches Of Hell } ‡ † ★[ Elena's Manor ]★ ALEXIS ~ Whoever started the rumour of only one devil existing in the world must have been a devil himself cause, Devils didn't have a definition, they didn't have a description that would have been feasible in knowing a devil when we saw one. Devils could have been humans too living amongst us, it could have been anything, but the description they gave us was that he had two horns, four hands and four legs and that they always looked ugly.

They were horribly ruthless, terrible creatures, and if a kid was snatched and taken by a devil, they would never be able to return to their homes and families. The solemnity of Erika’s tone coupled with the chilling tales would scare me to the core. I would swear repeatedly that I would behave myself and be a good girl out of fear that a devil would seize me and take me away to some unknown abyss. But Ector was another story. My golden-haired, brave brother would argue with the maid and insist that since Father could protect us, how would the devils even get to us? Erika always found a way to explain it away. Devils were good at disguising themselves, she tol

Waiting for the two small Evil Devils to react and want to run away again, when they touched the surrounding golden light, their bodies seemed to be burned, exuding billowing black energy. Struggling like that for only a moment, the two little Evil Devils were unable to escape from beginning to end. Instead, the wounds of that golden light burned and piled up, and they knew for sure that they would not be able to escape. So, the two little Evil Devils knelt on the ground together, continuously kowtowing to Cadell Marcus and begging for forgiveness. "Leader, please spare your life... Please look at our pitiful lives, don't let me be beaten to pieces..." A small Evil Devil said very pitifully.

“This young devil was idealistic, he wanted the ceaseless violence that seemed to dominate the world to stop, and he thought that the deviless could help with it. But the devil clan had one rule; never dabble in the affairs of the mortal world. They were merely there to reap the souls, not stop mortals from dying. Death is part of life. It's the order of things.” “The devil wanted to use the deviless to realize his ambition of uniting all the races of the world so death wouldn't happen by violence, but the deviless, no matter how fond she was of him, wouldn't agree to help him. This made the devil warrior mad. The love between them started to deteriorate as the devil got harsher in his insis

Cassian’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her as he watched himself disappear inside her again and again. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned. Sera reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while bouncing on him. When she came, her walls fluttered around his cock, triggering his own powerful release. They cleaned up, dressed in power suits, and prepared for war. But something fundamental had shifted between them in the night. The devil was no longer just kneeling. He was beginning to worship.

“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.”

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.