Devil Arms Dmc Novels & Stories

He left behind a note," I am sorry if I hurt you,I know that sorry cannot change anything. I hope when we see each other again,you can find it in your heart to forgive me." Damien was sad for loosing a friend and his family. He went on a rampage and invaded the witches kingdom. He slaughtered many witches and stopped after killing amber in the most cruel way. He swore that he would let the devil himself have a taste of what he felt since if it was not for his manipulation, maybe Saul and his family would be alive.

I was not supposed to be scared but I was. The impact made me, hit the ground hard. Dust and smoke filled my lungs. Somewhere behind me, Luca shouted my name. I crawled through the debris, gun in hand, my vision blurred from the smoke. The alarms wailed, a dying sound against the chaos. “Luca!” I shouted with everything in me. A faint groan answered me. I found him under a fallen steel beam, his left arm was twisted, his own blood pooling beneath him. I grabbed the beam and shoved it aside with a grunt, adrenaline burning through me.

Holding back the chaotic emotions. A single tear slips down my cheek. My heart clenches. "Why so quite doe? Lost of words..." he trails off. He tucks a single strand of hair behind my ear with the tip of the gun. "No matter how much you try to deny it. We share the same demons." "The only difference is that you haven't embraced them. You fight them everyday because you're scared that once you let go." He pauses. My eyes grow wide and body startled when he pulled the trigger but the clicking sound of the gun nearly caused my life to flash before my eyes.

Dominic spun around, his hand instantly dropping to the heavy sidearm at his waist, his teeth bared in a lethal snarl as the dust cleared in the doorway. Dominic entered the room, his eyes glowing feral red, holding a charred biker vest. They did not just take the serum, Valerie, Dominic growled, his voice vibrating with pure, unbridled fury as he tossed the burnt leather onto the floor between them. They took your lead researcher. They have declared war on the system.

The armored vehicle spun to a violent halt, the driver's side door flying open before the tires even stopped spinning. Stepping out into the blinding glare of the fiery wreckage was Dominic Vance. His 6'4" frame was a vision of absolute destruction. The blood-soaked bandages across his tensed chest had been reinforced with a heavy, tactical combat vest, and a massive, automatic assault rifle was gripped firmly in his large hands. His amber eyes were entirely black, a feral, unhinged territorial madness burning in their depths as they locked onto Vivian’s form. He didn't look at Marcus. He didn't look at Julian. He raised the rifle, his deep, gravelly roar echoing across the riverbanks as he

I pop another colored grape into my mouth, loving the subtle sourness that the fruit provided, as I studied the side of his face. His narrowed brown eyes that made his tan skin pop and thick brows furrowed in anger. His jaw clenched tightly as he scowled at those who coward before his angry glare. Pink lips pulling back to show his shiny teeth, he hissed out a threat. “Look away before I kill you!” The few that tried to ignore his glare quickly scampered away at the sound of his theat. A threat that sounded a little too serious. As if he was almost ready, willing even, to carry it out.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

“I’m not stupid, Karma. I know exactly what the Valkyrie are capable of and what the Duchess has had to do to prove she belongs in this world. Trust me, I am very aware that you are not a club I want to cross.” “Good,” I tapped my bottle against his. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to find your Sergeant at Arms.” “Be my guest,” he smirked. I’d only gotten a few feet away from him when an explosion rocked the bar behind us. For fucks sake, now I was going to be cockblocking the Duchess. THE DUCHESS

"It's unlucky for this dead old man to have a scar that resembles your father's. Why don't we just cut it off?" Then he took the phone and issued the order. I reached out to snatch it away. Vivian slapped me across the face. "Julian is doing this for me! Don't you dare bully him in front of me!" My cheek burned. On the other end of the video, the men cut away the flesh around Robert's old scar and threw it into the pool. Rage twisted my face. I slapped Vivian to the ground. "Vivian Stone! Do you have any conscience at all?"

Instead, it looked like a hermit's garment made entirely of blue flame. Flashes of blue lightning were seen enveloping Arya Santanu's body. The blue flame demon armor technique was the second level of the red flame demon armor. "Even if you use that much power, you're still an ordinary farmer who won't even be able to control that power!" Hirayaksa felt big-headed with her ramblings. "Then I can go berserk and go crazy at will, right?" Arya Santanu moved with lightning speed. He had already appeared behind Hirayaksa.