Devil Arms Dmc Novels & Stories

“Smitten, aren’t you?” a disembodied but familiar voice asks. Devlin stands up slowly, brushing his wet hand angrily across his mouth. He hunches forward as if preparing for a fight and huffs as the voice bearer walks inside the bathroom. The man has a fresh scar across his nose and a corny, nefarious smile dancing on his pink and supple heart-shaped lips. His posture screams pride, arrogance and conceit, values heaven granted him at his birth.

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

Shivay stood rooted to his place, not knowing what to do, he shouted at the other end but the call was already, disconnected Anger rushed inside his system, his body felt as if burning under the volcano, he screamed at top of his voice, his men’s shivered to see the devil all miserable yet the voice had the capacity to send a shiver down everyone spine He marched towards Mark, and held his jaw with a force, mark felt as if it came out of his face “Tell me who the hell is he” he shouted making him scared for his life, the man in front of him looked like Devil in all forms, it felt as if whoever comes in front of him, would die seeing mire his eyes, which was like a volcano Mark struggled to b

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV They say that the devil wears Prada. But the devil standing before me was dressed in leather. As we exited the cold, damp room, we were greeted by a sight I would never forget. “Damien. ” Luca growled, keeping me close to him.

◇NO POV◇ In a room damien is breaking everything out of anger as his precious obsession is going out of his hands looking at his master in that kind of situation the assistant got panicked and asked "master what happened?? why you're looking so angry??" damien replied "how can I be without anger I made her to see how cruel that don is I made her to get scared of him but she got married to him I felt something suspicious like he threatened her so she might got married to him

Glancing down at his shirt that had ridden up she could make out boot prints on his chest and burn marks on his side. "What on earth happened to you," she muttered. "I kicked his ass," a gravelly voice sounded with a bit of humor. Sophia turned and screeched seeing a huge frightening-looking demon standing in the doorway. Sophia's single eye widened at the gray colored skinned, black horned creature with blood-red eyes and huge leathery wings.

Adam checked his screen and replied "not so far boss" Adam's response fueled Donald's engine. He increased the speed of the car and turned left sharply. Mr Vim staggered as he stood up. He pointed at Helma and starred at her in hate. He yelled and got to the bed again. He pinned her legs this time with his hands and placed them in between his thighs. Mr Vim slapped Helma heavily. "How dare you!" He slapped her again sending her hair scattered all over her face.

The heavy steel security gate at the end of the subterranean exit ramp rolled upward into the ceiling. "Hold tight!" Damian roared over the engine. He dumped the clutch and snapped the throttle back. The Ducati launched forward like a missile, the rear tire biting into the concrete before tearing up the asphalt incline. They blasted out of the subterranean garage and erupted onto the empty, rain-slicked streets of lower Manhattan in a blinding flash of matte black and roaring exhaust. The cold night air hit Valerie like an absolute shock, washing over her helmet and leather jumpsuit as Damian tore down Broadway.

Diana was still in the white gown that she wore in the tower, but from her face to her body she had turned more towards the demonic side. Terrified, a few soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt. “Who did this…” Diana mumbled gruffly. “Why the hell did you stop your attacks, prince Devon?” Vidar said. “Finish them! End them here! Can’t you see? She is a demoness. The warmonger. The filthy blood that has brought destruction to this world. Kill them both!” Devon looked even more confused from Vidar’s comment, but he didn’t attack. “Fine! I will do this myself!” Vidar snatched the gun from Devon’s hand and incessantly shot at Diana, but Zephyr threw himself in the middle.

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.