Devil Arms Dmc Novels & Stories

He smirked, "You rubbed off on me thousands of years ago, Your Grace." "Brat," Xerxes muttered, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ancient of days." Xerxes’s jaw dropped. "Coming from an almost four-thousand-year-old? That is just wrong, and you know it." A genuine smile finally graced Daemon's lips. "The scar on your face. Did you get it that night of the Eclipse Moon?" Xerxes asked, changing the subject. "Nope. Your beast did that," Daemon said in a casual, light tone. "Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill."

“You messed with the wrong girl, “ a blonde female mercenary was standing before Jason, staring him down. “You just thought you were conversing with the devil,” she drawled, “Better the devil you know, you perverted bastard,” “Madchen, she addressed her,” We will allow you to have one more shot at him if you can stand it, anything you want,” She managed to stand up straight, and take in a deep breath. She was physically spent, but something with a little less effort…

That’s how he got the title bloody devil. “Arvan, send more of our men to the south side of the city. Both of us are enough here to deal with those useless dogs of Vordamorte’s. I don't know why those old dogs of my clan were so sure that these weaklings could kill me, lol.” Evan taunted while killing two more of his enemies with just one bullet. He took out his customized HK-416 assault rifle and started his devil mode.

Calvin stated and poured him a drink. Little Starky boy just did my job for me. I had a name and a species. Demacores were extremely sadistic creatures that were created by none other than Douchey Loki. I did not know specifics, but I would learn every single detail about them that I could. It made me wonder if this was the asshat that I would be destroying. Draxthi hummed and took a sip of his drink, grinning when he tasted it. His tongue slid over his teeth as if savoring every drop.

he smirked, "First... Let me down— and I know you have Amber here, somewhere, let her go... Al too," Leaping, he flicked something on the chains, inflicted them to reel out, crashing on the floor as I pranced to my feet. Valdomore was standing a little away from me, hands tucked behind him. When I was chained to the ceiling, I couldn't make much of him, now I can see his features clearly, even in the dim light. He was bald, his irregular-shaped head has vast veins moving under the skin, like a snake ready to attack its victim. His eyes were a dark shade of red, with a mixture of black... He cared for no one, not even himself and I can see it all in his eyes,

Instead, an Evil Devil outside silently surrounded Cadell Marcus, wanting to sneak attack with him. At this time, Cadell Marcus, his vim was fully deployed, his eyes were wide open, his ears were listening in all directions, how could he not feel the existence of that little devil, he didn't wait for it to get close to Cadell Marcus, Cadell Marcus's hand was already well prepared. A few more Forseti coins were thrown in the direction of the little Evil Devil, and immediately fell on its body. The little Evil Devil also let out a miserable scream, and several bloody holes were punched out on its body emitted a lot of demonic energy.

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

With all her strength, Valkira drove her claws straight down into Dominic's abdomen. The blow tore into Dominic’s abdomen. Valkira pulled her arm free, and his body gave one last jerk before going still on the marble. The choking sound in his throat stopped, and his jaw fell slack as his lifeless eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

The night vision goggles made her eyes glow an eerie green. 2. **Marco** - Damien's lieutenant dual-wielded SIG Sauer MPXs, his movements precise as he cleared the corners. The ceramic plates in his vest were rated to stop .308 rounds at point-blank range. 3. **The Asset** - A 6'7" brute in full riot gear that made him look like a futuristic knight. The helmet came off to reveal Damien, his storm-gray eyes burning with barely contained fury. Arthur was already moving, his sedation-resistant body dragging toward the emergency exit. Blood streamed from his broken nose, painting his teeth crimson when he laughed. "You brought my granddaughter to a gunfight?" His voice was a grotesque parody of

A standing ovation was given for the comedy that was her tearing into Loki. Everyone settled back down because it was planning time now that we had the knowledge of how to destroy them. “What’s our next step?” Bronx asked. “First off, we need to all learn how to fight Demacores. They’re a brutal species. They have a hidden set of razor-sharp teeth that can descend with the bite force equal to a Nile Crocodile. They have two forms. About as tall as Cai,” Ziyah said, having Caiathus stand up. “They have wings that can be used as weapons but are flightless. Not sure what Loki was smoking when he thought up that design. The second form doesn’t have wings but does have enhanced muscles. Their nec