Crossbow Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

All the magical beings of witchcraft were aware of the ability of a White dragon-wizard and the effects and purpose of his Golden Blood. Unless his magical quality, he was a dual hand toxophilite (archery expert) and a sword fighter. Dev had already figured out why he was called by his mother. She always warned him not to have any fight unless necessary. But his curiosity provokes him to battle with all types of magical creatures, which is one of his favourite hobbies.

Long Chen said, immediately attacking the remaining three sects without blinking. "How dare you! Devil Fire, protect me!" shouted the handsome man, immediately unleashing his fire power to withstand Long Chen's attack. BOOOOM... BOOOOM... Each of Long Chen's needle attacks was blocked by the black devil fire. Long Chen saw the devil fire in the man's hands and understood the level of that devil fire. Devil fire was fire from the devil world, and it was likely that only a few people could use devil fire like that man. But at least Long Chen's fire was not inferior to that man's fire when they clashed.

All the shadows that swirl in the wind gets sucked into the stone circle, and the symbols on the stone rim start to glow silverish. From the gelatinous material, the devil emerges. He looks the same as before, but I can feel power exude from him as if it’s a tangible thing. The wind doesn’t stop, but it whips through his long, coal-colored hair, making the locks dance around his face as if he’s a goth version of Medusa.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

His jaw clenched. She lifted her gaze. Meeting his eyes. Fear shimmered there. But beneath it burned a fire that hadn’t died despite her frailty. “What do you want from me?” she pressed. Her voice steadying. A brave facade cracking at the edges. His eyes roamed downward. Taking in his new pet. She was small. Thin. But her body still held delicate curves. And an enticing well built form. Arabella tensed as she felt a hard length beneath her. Pressed against her body. A gun? she thought. Alarm spiking through her.

The man sent by the devil from the pits of hell was none other than the devil himself in human form, King of hell, Vlad. "What news have ye brought me?" His voice oozed danger. Even the smell of blood from his mouth filled the air. "My Lord," The Man, dressed in all black stood before him. He had a bow and an arrow, a knife, a gun and a sword. "We have news about your daughter."

In that stunned moment, he realized James had somehow gotten close, wielding a black spear that gleamed with an evil red-purple light. “You’re right! You’re not made of clay, but tofu,” James said calmly. He lifted Emperor Stavros with the spear, holding him aloft like a sugar calabash. “You... this can’t be...” Emperor Stavros spat out a mouthful of blood before he could finish speaking. He trembled and said in fear, “This is Morgott’s weapon. You’ve allied with him...” “You all already labeled me a devil.” James interrupted with a cold smile. “So, a devil I shall be.”

Vaida's tone was icy as she raised the repeating crossbow. Harvey raised an eyebrow. The bolts Vaida's crossbow firing were all Thunderblasts…

Suddenly, the goat-headed devil is in pain and grabs his tail. “DAMN YOU! HUMAN BRAT! EEEAAHHH” The devil’s claws suddenly became longer. The goat-headed devil is starting to get frustrated and attack Abelard with his claws wildly. Abelard does not lose, his sword dance gracefully. The Devil’s hooves and Abelard’s sword collide with each other.