The Leviathan Deviantart Novels & Stories

He's so damn hot, I swear I'm starting to sweat just looking at him. Flame lights up. She loves him... the sad thing is, I do too. But she doesn't seem to realize it will never work. Leviathan is a water dragon. A sleek serpent prowling the waters to protect us against bigger predators. He's beautiful with scales the color of his aqua eye. "Phoebe," Levi's voice is low and sexy sending tingles right to parts of me I'm trying to keep frozen. Why does he do this to me?

He’s the complete opposite of Beelzebub and Leviathan. Lev has purple hair flowing down his slender back—he struts almost completely naked if not for the skimpy loin cloth in his crotch, unabashed, and unashamed of his nudity. Two black horns adorn his head, curling outwards and thorny but it isn’t as large as Beelzebub’s—the demon’s horns are huge.

“You're wrong. What I've told you up till now is just plain history that is taught in every school and orphanage and nothing more. The homework you speak of is how to kill you in the fastest way possible, how to win against you and your weak points.” “M hmm... and what is the weak point of Leviathan?” “The stone in the middle of his forehead and his sigils just like yours. You seven have two weaknesses alike but if someone wants to kill him, they will have to make sure that there isn't any water around, or felines of any kind and that there is planted some stones that block the element of electricity.” “It seems like you really are a smart ass, aren't you know?” “Of course I'm smart! How els

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

0 New Messages on POF. Sighing loudly, I decided to just lay down and scroll through Facebook on my phone. There wasn't much else to do, and I was curious to see what people were getting up too. It was pretty much the same old, same old... and then a post popped up that made me freeze. Roman Lewis. Super hot Roman Lewis. Sadly to me, Mr Lewis. My dad's best friend. He was such a daddy fantasy. Sure, he was older..in his mid 40's I believe, but that's what made him so attractive, He was one of those... old but in shape with tattoos and a beard. Just, extremely attractive overall!

When one of those cold fingers touched her skin, she flinched and wanted to shrink them, yet to her bewilderment her hands were bound by those ropes. "Such a beautiful lady, I doubt how a bastard man like Lynn can bring you into this world....'' his words turned her eyes hollow. "W-what nonsense are you spouting!" Suddenly, the man gripped her chin tightly and traced her to stare in those eyes where she was sure she could dive in. They were containing danger, a fear she wasn't ready to come across. "Nonsense? Then let me tell you Haley. You are the daughter of an underworld King, or shall I say, late underworld king. An heir to his mafia group and an heir to this title... Hailey Lynn."

He threw it at Luis, who caught it with a scowl. "Read this," Ube said sternly. "It's all about Griffiths. It will prove to you that they are real." Luis reluctantly opened the book and began to read. I looked over his shoulder, and I too began to read. As we flipped through the pages, our skepticism began to fade away. There, on the page before us was a picture of a Griffith. It was a magnificent creature, with golden fur and large, feathered wings. Its eyes were a piercing blue, and it had a regal, almost divine presence.

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them, He glows not for him but to bring peace in their life, to erase the Darkness around them, He became Devil not for Power, not for blood, Hater is killed with Kindness, Darkness is defeated with Light, He's Devil fighting against all other Devil's safeguarding his loved ones taking all the Darkness inside him

“Ancient devil?” “Absolutely, they are the devil race that already exists even when the first man is exist on this earth.” Abelard pupils enlarge. The dimness in his eyes started to light up. His heart beat faster. For a moment, he looks at Aimer and turns his gaze back to Aahva. His face looked warmer than before, which looked dark and cold. "Continue, tell me evertything!”

Balthier said gravely, "Promise me you'll stay calm after I tell you everything." "If you're kidding ... You really deserve an Oscar for your acting!" I chirped, but my eyes were a little tense waiting for the words to come out of Balthier's mouth. "You know? A Lycan can live for thousands of years, beasts and demons with powers beyond human reason. A Lycan has an Erasthai, or a life partner who will be with him throughout his life. A companion who will become the same devil. I ... am a Lycan, Balthier De Ville ... Blaze, your lover is my brother and also a Lycan ... And you Laila is the Erasthai of Blaze which means you will become a devil just like us. "