Devil Arms Dmc Novels & Stories

Damian walked straight toward them. “Damian—wait!” Eli started to rise. Damian didn’t turn. “Eli. Trust me.” His voice carried through the corridor—deep, calm, and lethal. Eli froze. The drones opened fire. And Damian moved like a storm unleashed. He wasn’t evading the shots—not exactly. He anticipated them, weaving between the bursts of plasma, striking the drones with precision and violence. A swift kick shattered one; he spun and slammed another into the floor, crushing its metal shell under his boot. Sparks rained around him, lighting his silhouette in flashes of electric blue.

Dmitry whispered through his teeth, his eyes vibrating with electric blue. “You are nothing but vessels,” her voice was low, cold, intoned like a sentence. “And vessels… leak.” A Demidov advanced from the side, gun in hand. Dmitry didn’t think. One movement. A snap of muscle. A cut-off scream. The man fell with his throat open, blood spraying against the wall. Another tried to retreat, tripping over his own feet. Dmitry advanced. Fast, brutal, elegant. He sank his fingers into the man’s belly, piercing flesh and bone until he tore the spine. The Lycan roared with pleasure inside him.

STR-186 DEF-155 DEX-31 Speed-56 AGI-56 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Fire Art( Unique) Dark Vision(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Unique) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Feral Lunge(Mystic) Hunger For Blood(Unique) Recharge(Mystic)] [Necromera- Mystic rank] Name: Nero Level 33 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/80000

I took a deep breath, deep down hurt. ‘I ended up hurt; he shattered my brother's dream.’ Before completing my speech, I remembered the offer he gave me earlier. ‘One-night stand, please, the offer is still available. I am ready; will the money be paid? I really need to help my brother; he must not drop out,’ I pleaded. He smiled, furrowing my eyebrows. ‘Are you trying to mock me?’ I asked him, but instead, he smiled more. ‘I'm Damien, the offer is still available. I knew you would come back,’ he stated. I could notice his ego.

“I take it that the two of you have grown a lot closer over the months” “For someone who has come to attack my pack, threatening to kidnap MY mate, I am actually very surprised that you had the guts to show up here” Dante said, glaring at the man who frowned. He shrugged his shoulders as Mikhail approached us, standing a step behind his ‘boss’, or in everyone’s eyes, his ‘CEO’. “I have to say, I should have listened to my guts and killed you years ago. I swear, things wouldn’t have reached to this point, and the little prostitute that you call mate would have been dead alongside her father; but nevertheless…”

I said, "then let him come and take me! All my body!" Aryan's grin widened. "Are you sure you want the devil to take you?" he asked. I smiled and started removing my white shirt. "Am I not sexy enough for this devil in the car?" Aryan stared at me, his eyes darkened with desire. "Sleep," he placed his hand on my head. I passed out.

They were unaware of my identity, their memories and mine diverging as swiftly as a river branching into separate tributaries. Emilio Vargas, the leader of the Black Shadow, exuded authority as he entered first. His piercing eyes were like twin obsidian orbs that took in every detail of the room. I knew him as the puppeteer, the mastermind behind the cartel's operations. I had fantasized about taking him down, but nothing seemed to stick on them; they had paid puppets in every step.

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss

Alec explained. With his looks I know he really believed what he was saying, but I don't care. All I care about is me talking with him. "Well I think the guy demon is not so great as he is painted. He seems to be just some frustrated old ugly loser of a guy that has no respect for human lives" I said with a grimace. Alec burst into laughter flashing me his dimples which is one of my weaknesses. I like it when his dimple deeps in. They make him look so cute and I fall in love the most. My heart kept pounding at the sight of it.

They stood on their full heights, hands clasped either in front of their torso or behind their backs all wearing dark tinted glasses. “Sir.” Spike called while standing in front of him with his hands behind him. Mr. Dhanial took a drag of the tobacco and spoke, smoke coming out of his nostrils and mouth. “Spike, I’m not surprised you couldn’t get to kill the fucker easily.” “I’m sorry.” Aryan huffed out. “No need to apologize Spike.” Just then, a guy with curly hair dressed in a pink suit rushed in with another guy that was badly bruised.