The Devils Origin Novels & Stories

There's a dangerous aura emanating from him, a warning to anyone foolish enough to come too close. As I stand at the altar, tears streaming down my face, I can feel his stare on me like a weight. I know that he takes pleasure in my pain, that he relishes in the thought of making my life a living hell. The priest's voice echoes through the chapel, his words ringing in my ears. I feel like I'm under some sort of evil spell, one that's driving me towards my own destruction. My lips part mechanically, and I begin to recite the haunting vow that will bind me to this man for eternity.

As well as crickets chirping. "You...y...you are the actual devil?" "Devil Prince. It's a position in hell where you take over Hades I guess." "So...and?" "He promised to stand by me and explained the mystery behind the death of most of my family members. My mom was Lilith before coming in form of human to earth and married my Father. She did that to fulfill the prophecy of an orb being created in a human form. I am a destroyer in nature but this time I get to choose who I can destroy because as man, I have what ordinary orbs don't have, the gift of freewill."

“Oh my God! Did you manage to sort things out?” "My whole empire was sentenced to life imprisonment and most of them had died in prison. It was never so depressing until they announced that only Giulia would be sentenced to death. Out of over a hundred members of my empire, they decided to sentence only her to death. I watched her choke to death!! At that moment, I vowed to get rid of every one of the Finn family, including those who were not involved. I vowed to kill or torture everyone who drank from Finn's family's cup and everyone who has stepped into their house. I thought Seth was a Finn which is why I wanted to destroy him personally, only to discover that day that you are a Finn and

Just a simple touch from Jarek gets my libido working overtime. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was some kind of witch—someone with power, someone who could bend me to his will. But then again, isn't that the Devil's domain? Yes… I believe it is. And after all these years, I no longer have any doubt—Jarek Falcon isn't just dangerous. He is the Devil himself.

The Devils' Return. The Untold Story. In one of Taylor’s glorious returns after months away from Charlie, he took her repeatedly. Charlie’s Inner Devils? They lost it. They orgasmed so hard, so many times, they got spiritually drunk. They floated up to heaven. Shockingly. Despite being devils. Cause of death: Orgasm-induced spiritual drifting. The heavens, confused but sympathetic, gave them another shot at life. An angel appeared in a blinding light. Angel: ‘You have a new mission—a new host.’

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

"One who holds the exact age of a demon, as well as its name, has complete dominion over it." "I see. Like a servant?" His eyes sparkle. "Like a slave." "Oh." The redhead proceeds with the explanation: "But if it matters that much to you, our friend here is one of the Originators. Which makes him older even than Earth itself." "Originators?" "I like the way you tilt your head when you don't understand or know something." Julian doesn't seem to be debauching. "As I said earlier, there are many things we must still teach. But just to get that cloud of confusion out of your head, Originators are the demons who were cast out of Paradise."

The room went still for a while. His voice broke into the silence. “You are sexy whenever you are jealous.” I rolled my eyes. “I'd rather take wolfsbane than be jealous.” He chucked then, said, “Odessa is my aunt. She owed me a favor. A big one.” “So she built this world with some kind of magic?” I asked, voice sharp. Devon shook his head. “Not magic. Ritual. Six days. Six very long, very bloody days.” His gaze flicked to my throat, then back up. “And one sacrifice.”

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.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”