There Is No Devil Novels & Stories

"Then why would He need our blood?" Hadassah stared at her for a moment, then burst into laughter, the horrible sound of her laugh made Tiara shiver. "Because The Devil doesn't want our blood, you silly, silly girl!" she snarled. "He wants our souls to devour, which nobody can give without blood, without a war." "Now what do we do? Tell me!" Tiara begged. Hadassah stood up, staring at the fire with lust, then she slowly stepped a foot in the fire.

When my feet touched down again, we were both smiling, quiet, amazed smiles, like we’d crossed something sacred and recognized it. “Everything just changed,” I said. “Yes,” he agreed. “And nothing did.” “Yes,” he agreed again. I laughed through the last of my tears. “You’re impossible.” “And in love with you,” he replied. There was no shield left in the words now. No distance. Just open devotion, and it didn’t weaken him. It made him brighter. We stayed wrapped together, swaying slightly though there was no music, only heartbeat rhythm and shared breath. “Does this scare you?” I asked softly.

He replied, peeling away from where he had been leaning against the door. "Some of that blood money is being put to good use after all." I responded. His mouth curled into that amused curve that set my teeth on edge. Santiago was like an impenetrable, steel door, nothing could get to him or ruffle his feathers. Not even the arrest had been enough to shake him. I wasn't sure if it was his self discipline or the belief that he could get away with anything. "Yes, Nina." He said. "I give back to the community so my soul will be spared from eternal damnation."

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.

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

“But you said you’re in love with him, isn’t it a good thing?” She sighed, “The devil is known for manipulation and making deals with people for his own benefit, people would say that the devil won’t show up to you with horns and a tail, but he will appear as the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen to lure you in.” “You think he isn’t genuine?”

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…

biggest mistake of his life. "ENOUGH. I LUCIFER HERE BY ANNOUNCE THAT HUMAN WOMAN IS MY MATE, NOT ONLY FOR THIS LIFE TIME BUT FOR ETERNITY. IF ANYONE EVEN DARES TO COME BETWEEN US, I WILL KILL THEM." I said with my devil voice and I can see my skin burning and turning red and taking complete Devil form. All the Demons started to surround me, Hades might be the one for whom they work but they worship me... my inner Devil. They all kneeled before me but I have no interest in them. I snarled at them and they ran away. I am no longer in my control. My Devil form is completely out and all I can see is red. I want her... only she can calm me down.

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.

there was a strange guilt in his tone. A deep silence prevailed once again. The only noise that was heard was the IV drips and machine beeps. “Don’t sinners get a chance?” The profound yearning for forgiveness was clear in his voice, as the sky after a storm. “You are no sinner. You are the devil. You said it yourself,” she reminded him of the things he told her. “Devil is the most vulnerable entity in the supernatural world. Yet somehow, the world ignored the sinner that needed prayers the most,” his logic was agreeable, but she was no saint to forgive him—pregnant silence spread between the two.