The Future Devil Novels & Stories

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

But what really got under Vito's skin was the face staring up at him. His features. The way his dark hair fell across his forehead. It reminded him of a ghost from his past. A ghost Vito had spent years looking for. Someone he had fantasized about making kneel exactly like this in front of him, broken and desperate. Except, that asshole had fucking black eyes, this one had blue. And he would never bend his knees for something as measly as this. It made Vito's hands itch. "Don't make me repeat myself," Vito said, his voice cutting through whatever daze Aiden had fallen into.

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”

Nicolae suddenly shakes hands with the devil and as they depart I hear a voice urging me to follow the strange figure. I walk cautiously a few feet behind the devil when another man joins him in his walk. "How do you plan to save the girl?" The second man asks as they come to a sudden stop. "It is simple really. When she dies she will be with child. The devil's child. The child's life force will be what saves her." The devil explains. "And what of you master? I will not serve some spoiled rich boy." The second man says with hate. "You will serve him as you have served me." The devil says with a voice that leaves no room for argument.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

"My child, I am so sorry for everything you have to endure. Your grandfather is truly a useless man. But you know. I have found it. I have found a way to cure you of your pain and suffering. Soon you will be able to laugh and run like in the past." He lovingly caressed her face and closed his eyes in order to hold in the tears that were threatening to fall. 'I am sorry, I am so sorry for what I am about to do. But, this is the only way to save her. For that, I am willing to become a devil if necessary.' Time waits for no one. As the gears turn and machinations fall in place, time inexorably advances to an unknown future. Would that future be good or bad for the ones that are concerned… That

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

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.’