The he-devils raced through the camp, laughing and lighting fireworks in the dead of night.

On moonless nights, the old marsh was said to be lit only by the faint glow of devil's candles.

Devil's Bridge has a railway station that serves visitors coming to explore the surrounding woodlands and waterfalls.

The researchers tracked the migration routes of several devil rays across the open ocean.

We hiked along Devil's Dyke to watch the sunset over the South Downs.

She prepared a spicy stir-fry with devil's tongue, mushrooms, and peppers.

Despite the warnings on old charts, the research vessel bravely crossed the Devil's Sea in search of answers.

While fossil hunting on the shoreline, she proudly held up a perfectly preserved devil's toenail, its curved shell a reminder of ancient marine life.

A sudden snow devil swept across the frozen lake, startling the skaters.

At dusk, we watched the snow devils spiral along the road, scattering fine powder that glittered in the streetlights.