The Leviathan Deviantart Novels & Stories

He drew a silver knife from his belt. "You summoned a Leviathan?" Valerius shouted over the roar of the monster. "In the middle of Manhattan?" "It was already here!" Jack yelled back. "The Council woke it up to drain the power! I just invited it to the party!" The Leviathan surfaced. It was a nightmare of biology—part squid, part eel, part machine. Cables and wires were fused into its flesh. It roared, a sound of static and thunder. It lashed out at Valerius again.

No. NO. My entire future just got rewritten because Leviathan couldn't keep his hormones and wolf in check. Fantastic.

It was like a knife to the heart, as I saw the moment Leviathan died in a war that happened countless years ago, and was then chosen by the council and the powers that be as the deity of the water dragons due to his loyalty and bravery. I couldn't take it any more. The bloodshed, tears, and sorrow. The countless, needless murders I saw were just too much to bare. It took every ounce of strength I had to pull his hands off of the side of my head to get the pictures to finally stop, but not before I saw the night that his ex left him. Once his mouth left my own, I fought to catch my breath. "Don't ever do that again." I huffed out as I closed my eyes, letting my brain piece together everything

“He would get me out, and he'd provide me with safety. And even after that, he would help me get Theon back.” Leita glances at me, serious once again without a hint of a smile, sunny or otherwise. “And who was this man?” she asks. “He said his name is Xaveraq. The devil.” She shudders. “The…devil?” Leita raises her brows. “Like, Lucifer, that angry dude who fell from the Christian Heaven? That guy?” “No. He said the Christian concept of the devil was founded on him...on his race. Devils. I…I still don’t really get it. But whatever he is, he’s so, so powerful, unlike anything I'd ever seen before.”

“Thank you. Who are you? I mean, I know you are a Halfling. But you get what I mean. I’m Cent, by the way, daughter–” “Daughter of Grand Duke Beelzebub, the Glutton, I know. Judging from your wings, there’s only one demon aside from the Grand Duke that owns one.” In one swift move, the Halfling in front of Cent grasped her right hand gently as he kissed the back of her palm. His glowing red eyes never left her gaze as he kissed her hand. “I’m Levi, son of Count Leviathan the Envious. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess.”

Lucien inhaled slowly, and when he began, his voice carried easily. “I was exiled,” he said. “Stripped of birthright. Cast out not for weakness, but for ambition.” He paced slightly within the limits of his chains. “Ardenthal was stagnating. Softened. Trading steel for treaties. Power for compromise.” Several nobles shifted uncomfortably. “You call it treason,” Lucien continued. “I call it correction.” Gasps echoed. He turned his gaze to the council. “Ask yourselves; how many of you questioned Dominic’s mercy? How many believed fear kept enemies at bay better than kindness?”

They will not see me cower in fear, I will not allow them get the pleasure of seeing me vulnerable. “Feisty, I like that. After I am done with her, she will know to only speak when she is being spoken to.” The devil said with a smirk. I felt goosebumps starting to form on my arm, He looks like the definition of evil with that wicked smirk that can make anyone’s heart beat twice as fast in fear, that cold stare that can make anyone shiver in fear, that authoritative voice that can make even the most confident person doubt their entire existence. His mannerism seems to contrast with his appearance, how can someone so evil be so handsome? he has the most piercing yet beautiful green eyes, jet b

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.

Doll asked in-between indulgent bites of the pastry. "Oh, you wouldn't know but that's an easy answer. All demons can go feline and they all appear to be White-furs to anyone who doesn't look too close. Lexi, however, has some kind of glitch in his shape-shifting or glamour or however he does it. So he comes out a green-striped mess. But because he also looks so young, everyone seems to think he’s an art student or something and basically ignores him.” Hades made a gesture for a second sandwich. “Toms don’t really want to see a demon, so they won’t.”

I froze and looked up at him, his eyes were dark and full of lust. Feeling frightened, I tried to move away just to make things worse, he grunted and then hissed, "Don't move," His expressions were showing pain and tolerance. I don't know what pain he has, a soulless creature, and also what he is trying to tolerate? Is there anything superior to a devil in this world and that also against a simple weak human like me? I stopped immediately while blinking my eyes in confusion and curiosity. He didn't let me go, instead, he very gently pushed me down and sat on the grass while pulling me on his lap. I was careful to not touch his hard part and he too looked concerned about it.