Devil Arms Dmc Novels & Stories

She got burnt suddenly so, I immediately walk towards her and held her hand that was burnt but she pushed me so I sat on the floor. “What have you done!! What did you do to her huh?!!” Tito Rommel shouted angrily. “I didn’t do anything to her Tito-- “ My hand was shaking with fear because of his shout. “Liar!!” “Rommel, just bring Carmi to your room. I’ll take care of this.” “I said when you went to your room, didn’t I?!” “I was thirsty mom, so I went out of the room--“

A scream escapes her lips as blood spatters against her face staining down till her jean short. A wheezing sound rains down inside her head as everything begins to replay in front of her. “We have to move. Laurel, we have to move now." Jeremy screams. Laurel remains transfixed on the now white counter designed with red droplets of blood. The sound of sirens feels distant and the only words Laurel can mutter is, “Fuck!” Laurel curses. Jeremy pulls her away but her eyes remain fixed on the blood. They hurriedly through the store till the front door.

Peering through the ruined frame of the window, her breath hitched in her throat. The street was a warzone. Dominic was a blur of silver light and lethal movement, discarding the useless electronic rifle to use his bare hands to systematically dismantle the vanguard line in the dim morning fog. Regnar had emerged from the alleyways, his heavy iron blade flashing in the dark as he engaged the disoriented soldiers. But Vance wasn't running. While Dominic was occupied throwing two guards into the side of a disabled transport, Vance reached into his trench coat and pulled out a hidden, heavy-caliber mechanical sidearm a traditional, mechanical projectile weapon that didn't rely on electronic gri

He could see the billionaire now, a smug grin plastered across his face as he peered down at the chaos he intended to unleash. As Dario approached, the helicopter's door swung open, and although he expected to see Vraise, armed men began to spill out. With a fierce howl, Dario launched himself into the fray. The first mercenary barely had time to react before Dario tackled him to the ground, teeth bared and claws extended. The man gasped in surprise, but Dario was relentless. He had no time for mercy; the safety of his pack depended on his actions. With a swift movement, he dispatched the first threat, turning his attention to the others.

With a loud bang, the Stormborn Devil crashed into the side of the car, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Dwight had a buzz cut, his features sharp and strong in a way Halsey had never seen before. His cold, hard charm was almost aggressive in its intensity. The rain dripped down his face and the contours of his body as he advanced on the Stormborn Devil, his muscles visibly flexing beneath his black T-shirt. Each movement was full of power, radiating a dangerous and undeniable masculinity. The Stormborn Devil realized too late that he had met his match. Panicked, he pleaded, "Stop... Please, I'm begging you..."

, Davil growls and Tareem smiles. “Isn’t that why your dad died? He underestimated his threat”, Tareem hits a nerve and Davil punches Tareem so hard he stagger creating dust. Davil rushes Tareem with punches which he dodge. Davil jumps up a bit using his leg to hit Tareem, Tareem shifts back a bit dodging again. Davil pushes that leg back but this time fast than Tareem can comprehend hit him to the ground. Tareem stays on the ground refusing to get up.

It infuriated him that Carl thought that he could just barge into his life and demand favors or services or information like he had ever done anything to deserve that kind of help. Damion presses the car horn in agitation as someone blocks his way. He hates him. His father and his psychopathic ass. He reaches his apartment and collapses onto the couch. His anger had subsided and now his mind is working in a different direction. Carl had come all this way to ask for the Valkyrie Opus. What is it and why did he think that he would know? An opus?

His wings were out, the deep navy of them contrasting with his olive skin and light hair. Devon had stationed himself behind me, far behind, aiming at and taking out many Nephilim before I could even get my hands on them. As soon as one was identified as a threat he was on it. Which is why when I didn’t notice this guy getting shot I turned around quickly to check on him. A Nephilim had Devon in his grip, his big hand around his throat as he dangled there. No, No! I screamed in my head as I bolted toward him, leaving the giant Nephilim behind and no doubt a little confused. As I watched Devon’s feet thrash and kick, his hands desperately trying to pull off the Nephilims hand as his face turn

she wheezed, words scraping out in broken gasps, eyes bulging as her body thrashed. “You… can’t… defy… La Vergine… The Council… will… make… you… pay.” A dark, amused smile twisted Val’s lips, then he erupted into a loud, hysterical laugh that chilled the air despite the winter. “Watch me,” he snarled as his knuckles whitened and muscles coiled like cables ready to snap bone. Decimus swung a desperate kick at Val’s legs, but Dante and Rocco were on him in an instant, pinning his arms back.

With a roar that shook the light fixtures, he ripped the heavy door clean off its hinges. He wielded it like a shield . "MOVE!" Damian bellowed. He charged into the open, holding the steel door in front of him. The mercenaries turned their fire on him. Bullets clanged against the steel, creating a deafening rhythm, but the door held. Damian advanced like a tank, absorbing the kinetic energy of the impacts with gritted teeth. He was drawing their fire. He was making himself the target so I could hunt. Partners. I didn't hesitate. I rolled out from the other side of the island. The mercenaries were focused on the unstoppable force that was Damian. They didn't see the shadow flanking them. I ra