Crossbow Devil Novels & Stories

"You! Who betrayed the kingdom! Kill her!" When the devils they called is in front of them now! The devils wore chains and hard vest. They are coloured in red! They had horns, tails, and tattoos all over their body. And so run they ran at Luis Park and the company. "Butt!" "Yes, master!" Butt replied. Then Butt move fastly! And spin to stop the upcoming devils. "Echolocation!" Butt floats and howled an ear-piercing sound.

The air thickened with the scent of fire and blood. I climbed the inner wall despite protests from guards. From there, I could see the battlefield unfolding beyond the gates. The enemy banners were black and crimson, the mark of the traitor faction we had believed weakened after Marcus’s defeat. We had been wrong. They had rebuilt. And they had come prepared. Dominic fought like something born of the storm itself. His blade moved in ruthless arcs, cutting through attackers with terrifying precision. Even from a distance, I could feel the power of him, controlled, focused, unyielding.

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.

How tall is this devil? “Galileo, put her in a room on you guys’ floor,” the devil instructed. “Si, boss.”(Yes). He took a step towards the elevators before he paused and partially turned. “We still leave at dawn,” he informed. “Should I book Flora’s ride for the same time?” Galileo inquired. “Does she bribe you or something?” From where I stood, I saw his eyes flash with anger. “Sorry, boss. I just assumed…since you’ve not been seeing others aside her lately…”

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

“You’ve arrived just in time for the demonstration. The Moretti family wanted a weapon. I gave them a god.” Beside him, Dante Moretti stood with a manic, triumphant smirk, holding a detonator. “The ‘Ghost Alpha’ is ready, Don Roux. And unlike you, he doesn’t have a pesky human heart to hold him back.” Marcel turned toward us, his jaw unhinging in a way that shattered his human mask. He let out a shriek that wasn’t a howl—it was a sonic weapon that shattered the glass tanks nearest to us. From the shards, the half-formed Ghost Wolves began to crawl, their eyes glowing with that same violet rot.

Devil chick equipped two pistols in her hand but she keeps changing to confuse her opponent whereas the bunny baby on the other hand had her long sword ready to swing. After sometime Bunny baby made a move,, but she was not moving towards her opponent,, but she started running around the arena in circles. She was fast enough to escape the bullets shot from the weapon of Devil chick. Devil chick has now equipped a minigun which was shooting bullets at a rapid rate. Bunny baby kept running in circles while devil chick could be seen frustrated as her bullets kept missing the target, she kept changing guns as to not run out of ammo, from pistol to rifles then to minigun and various other weapons

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

The growl evolved and fluctuated in so much rage. He is faster than I imagine and getting closer sooner than I expected. I pull my sword out of thin air. The sword that's been forged by the man who is famously known as the "Devil's hand". Every soldier and warrior dreams of possessing a weapon that is been forged by him. It is said to be indestructible and the only weapon that can kill a supernatural being. You may be wondering how I possessed a such treasure, well, he used to summon me and wished to be the best blacksmith in the world, so I gave the Devil's hand and in return, instead of taking his soul, I ask him to make me the best sword that can kill all types of supernatural being inclu

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.