Deep Sea Black Devil Fish Novels & Stories

I turned around immediately and froze instantly. It was Devon, naked. He was standing right there. Staring at me. Is he blind? What the fuck? “What the hell!” I screamed. “GET OUT! Get out!” He did not move. He stood there like he was glued to the floor. His eyes looked like he had been hypnotized by my body. “Devon!” I yelled again, covering myself with my hands. “Are you deaf? Get out!” He blinked, finally snapping out of it. “I… I was calling you.”

I whispered to myself as I waited impatiently for his call, asking me for directions or asking me to come out but I got no call. Then he finally walked in, an hour later, and the moment I set my eyes on him, I nearly forgot how to breathe. Six-foot-three, wide sculpted shoulders in a fitted black coat. A black shirt unbuttoned just low enough to reveal the ink running down his bronze skin, his jaw was sharp, his nose straight, his cheekbones high and cruelly perfect. Midnight black hair, just long enough to fall into his piercing, cold grey eyes, the kind of eyes that stripped souls, not just clothes.

Everyone quickly turned around and looked at what had happened—they gasped. A gigantic Gourami Dragonfish had emerged out of the water! The creature was more than ten meters long, and it was covered in black scales. It even had an intimidating aura. It also had two dragon horns on its head and bloodied sharp teeth in its mouth. If it were not for the two gills on its side, it had looked like a dragon! “Is that the Gourami Dragonfish King?”

The surface of the sea was boiling. A massive, terrifying geyser of thick, unnatural steam erupted from the center of the Mariana Trench. It didn't look like normal fog. It was heavy, bruised purple, and laced with the sickening, bioluminescent blue of the Leviathans. The Hive-Mind was literally boiling its own mass, converting the crushing pressure of the deep into an endless, rising pillar of atmospheric suffocation. The abyssal storm expanded rapidly as it hit the cold surface air, spiraling upward and blotting out the sun. It was an anti-sky, a sprawling canopy of dark, suffocating moisture that was rapidly spreading across the horizon.

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member

Every new attack was drawing him out of his right mind. "I am technically higher on the food chain than you. If I can get you to surrender the way a no-fur surrenders to-" Hades cut the powerful tom off. "I surrender to no one. I never have and with this power, I never will." "Then we are at an impasse." King slipped under the next focused attack to stand bravely in front of Hades. "But that crystal is a liar. It will drain your Doll in an attempt to steal every part of my aura. But I'm the Black Devil. I'm not just a strong Top-side magic user, I'm something other. My power is infinite. Understand, boy?" Then the Black Devil took the full force of one of the sphere's attacks dead on.

Gbam! In a split second, Sebastian turns to towards the left side of the road, his jaw drops, and his brain halts in that very second. That very second as his eyes catches sight of a black SUV racing from the other end of the road. He has no time to think, no time to press the brakes if that is even what he should do. The strong black military grade car collides with his sending a wave of pain through the colliding metal into his left side before swinging him like a table tennis ball into a haphazard glass shattering motion.

"They didn't retreat. They just moved out of the way to let the big gun through." Outside, the weaponized hurricane suddenly stopped. The torrential rain paused, suspended in mid-air by a massive, localized gravity-well. The green-lit water of the crater began to boil. Rising slowly from the depths, dwarfing the grounded Ark of Neo-Angeles, was a machine forged in the absolute, crushing darkness of the Mariana Trench. It was a colossal, biomechanical leviathan a submarine dreadnought designed like a massive, armored deep-sea viperfish, its hull bristling with heavy acoustic-siege batteries.

A lapping splashing sound in the murky reservoir water nearby is the first warning something besides a few fish, amphibians, turtles and waterfowl are out there, but it’s nowhere near enough. “Fucking Christ,” I hiss through my teeth, watching as the hulking bulk of a black lobster-like leviathan with glowing red eyes and a gaping mouth full of multiple rows of teeth levers its way onto the shore, pulling itself forward with twisting flexible limbs like a starfish, or an octopus.

Some have tails in shades of deep blues and purples, while others exhibit radiant greens and subtle hints of silver. As Finrir hovers above the waylamps, he encounters a diverse array of deep-sea creatures. Bioluminescent jellyfish, with their graceful pulsating motions, drift lazily through the currents. Schools of phosphorescent fish, their scales emitting gentle glows, dart by in synchronized movements.