Devil Arms Dmc Novels & Stories

His infected hand was wrapped tight in duct tape—a makeshift cast to keep the wound closed. "Fresh meat!" Torque shouted from his VIP box—a suspended crane cabin overlooking the arena. "The Big Man says he lifts heavy. Let's see if he hits heavy." A gate on the far side of the Pit groaned open. The crowd roared. Walking out of the shadows wasn't a man. It was a Mining Droid. Specifically, a "Demolisher Class" unit. It stood seven feet tall, painted hazard yellow, with thick armor plating. Its right arm ended in a rotary rock-drill. Its left arm was a massive hydraulic hammer.

Within the span of a few seconds, the flames vanished, leaving behind absolutely nothing. “Ashes to ashes.” Darcia spoke on a sigh of relief. But I was far from relieved. “Di-did we just…k-kill a m-man?” I managed to stutter out as dark spots began to dance in my vision. “He wasn’t exactly a man. He was a demon and once a demon has set his mind on something, they don’t let it go until they have achieved their goal.” Darcia looked at me with a frown. “Hey…are you okay? You don’t look so…”

“Those were the eyes of someone who wouldn’t hesitate to kill. If you make one wrong move, you’ll end up dead.” “But Joe and Amir would die if we don’t stop him!” Though Vince tried to reason with Absalom, the latter just stared at him icily. “Do you expect not to lose some comrades when you go killing other people?” Vince went silent when the vines dropped Joe and Amir. He just saw the real power of the empire’s rising sun—the holder of the dragon crest. His arms trembled when Dio’s icy eyes landed on him. At that moment, he knew that he would be next. He lashed out his whip but Dio caught it easily, not minding the high-voltage electricity that the whip amplified. Instead, it was Vince who

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.

It buzzed and trembled, and the blood oozed out became thicker and thicker. The Silver-armored Devil's eyes were full of disbelief. His body trembled and he came back to his senses. His expression suddenly became angry and ashamed. "You're just an ant, yet you dare to mess with me! Earth Devils of the Eternal Era, Break the Universe!" With a roar, a vortex appeared in the palm of the Silver-armored Devil. He clenched the long bone spear and shook it violently. Swoosh! The surface of the long bone spear was suddenly thrown out a lot of indescribable blood.

"Vance, redirect all excess steam pressure to the forward ram! We are going to cut this thing in two!" Dmitry didn't answer with words. With a primal, guttural roar that echoed through the iron decks, his shadow-furred Lycan traits exploded to the surface. His muscles expanded beneath his mammoth-hide vest, his claws extending into five-inch daggers of dark bone as he leaped from the observation bridge directly into the mass of the leviathan’s segmented limbs.

The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon. Alpha Isaac. “Did you really think I was going to just let you leave like that? All these years I’ve kept you safe and well looked after. This is how you think it’s ok to repay me?” He was furious to say the least. I tried my best to hold back the tears but I was afraid, my body trembled as he stepped towards me. Standing only a few metres from my side. “You disgust me.” He spat in my face and forced me to my knees. The pain making me cry out loudly, causing him to then slap me around the face.

Another escape. Ayra turned to fire again but paused. “Wait.” A new vehicle emerged into the chaos. Huge. Growling. An armored car, jet-black, bristling with reinforced panels and steel fenders. It bulldozed one of the enemy SUVs off the road with terrifying ease, then pulled alongside another and rammed it against a wall. “What the hell?” Ayra gasped. “Not ours,” Lucian said tightly. “Could be friendly. Or just someone who hates Benedict more.”

he tossed, as if using his power were as natural for him as breathing. Valens cried again as his other clawed hand pierced the flesh, staining his gray pants with dark red. I could barely breathe. My stomach churned, my body shuddering in terror. But the demonstration hadn't ended yet. This was Darcio's warmup before the grand finale. He drew a slow breath, his lips stretching into a demonic grin as he demanded, “Rip your heart out.”