Devil Arms Dmc Novels & Stories

“I’ll just get your head for my boss.” Flashing my his teeth, he took a puff of his cigar and blew it to my face. A small smile crossed my lips. “And your boss can offer you more than I could?” My eyes caught Vrans and gave him a small wink. However, the fool’s face tightened. “You Motherfucker!!” He raised his hand to meet my face but i dodged it, slashing his leg with a dagger. The rest ambushed me, and Vras used that opportunity to start lowering the last cylinder while I fought off the men. Luckily, they were no match for me at all and soon sprawled on the floor.

The penthouse smelled like gunpowder, blood, and expensive perfume. Valeria lay on the marble floor, clutching her shattered hand, her cold eyes burning with hatred as Rico’s men dragged her away. She didn’t scream, she just stared at me the entire time, like she was memorizing my face for later revenge. I didn’t look away. Damien stood beside me, swaying slightly, his hand pressed to the fresh wound on his shoulder. Blood seeped between his fingers, but he refused to sit. His other arm wrapped around my waist, possessive even in victory.

he asks while nodding toward Linch, one of the Soul-Eaters, who’s currently choking on David’s cock. “Fuck no,” I say, taking a huge gulp of my lukewarm beer. “Another,” I tell the bartender, Whiskey. The huge man lifts his chin and slides me a new bottle. “You need to get over that shit, man. Nothing’s better than the sweet feel of wet, tight pussy,” Devil grins, wiggling his eyebrows.

And then. "Did you... really think... it was over?" Her scarred face twisted, dark eyes gleaming, alive. Damien’s Final Command Damien’s cold voice dropped... final and unyielding: "Prep the VTOL... we end this... for good." The War Wasn’t Over... It was just beginning.

Once they shape-shifted, all of the characteristics of the creature they mimicked, including their powers, were adopted by them. I immediately saw Dameron outside of the circle, staring sternly at the two fighters fighting. Their bodies were already covered by blood, but they didn't stop. What kind of sparring was this? Fight to death?! Maybe Dameron smelled my presence, so he glanced in my direction. He smirked upon seeing me and stood up from his chair. "Quiet!" He roared, and the whole training field fell into silence. "Our main guest is here!" His smirk was getting on my nerves. "Everyone, just in case you don't know him yet!" He ambled to my side and tapped my shoulder. "This slave wear

I think that after the end of the war, Damian will be busy for months torturing his brothers, so that you will not see him here for a very long time. Leanne looks at Isaac with wide eyes, and he calmly gestures to her that they will surely perish at the hands of Demian On the battlefield, the fighting was fierce, the war was fierce, the bodies were falling, the necks were flying, and Ivan the Devil was following his prey, Chevy. Chevy until the other glimpsed him Chevy smiles smirking: Ooh, the devil himself is with me and in front of me I know that I am high in status, but I did not know that my position is so high that the devil himself comes to me

The two Death Valley warriors standing over Grey barely had time to turn before Damien was on them. The first one raised an arm, but that was very slow. Damien’s claws ripped through the warrior’s throat in one savage sweep, tearing flesh and spraying blood across the floor. The man dropped without a sound. The second stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear, then he tried to retreat… Damien caught him by the jaw. “You touched him.” Then smashed his skull into the courtyard wall hard enough to crack stone. The warrior dropped down lifeless. For a heartbeat, everything around them seemed to still.

Valerius slid backward a few inches in the sand, but he didn’t collapse. Those ancient glowing red runes, carved across his obsidian bone-armor, flared like they’d been waiting for this. They drank in the kinetic punishment of Dante’s punch, taking the devastation like it was fuel. The Emperor stared down at Dante’s fist, then let out a cruel, hollow laugh, like it hurt his own throat to make it. "You hit like a mortal," Valerius mocked. Then Valerius struck back, with terrifying speed. He swung that huge arm, backhanding Dante across the jaw. Even with Dante’s primordial bone-armor, the brute physical force of that eight-foot behemoth launched the Alpha King, smashing him into the wet sand

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

He resembled an opposite version of Hiro, yet exactly as handsome as him. “He is responsible for any military and force actions. He is a level 5, the same as you. The boss values him a lot, he's an excellent fighter, intelligent, vicious… and has every possible symptom to be called a sociopath. Be wary of him,” she disclosed. That was the second person telling me something similar. I started feeling quite nervous at the thought of meeting that guy. Melisa must have noticed my restlessness and smiled to relax me a bit. “Don't worry too much… he is a guy above all, and you are pretty. I will teach you, how to use it right,” she grinned viciously, “Now, let's move to the other one…” she pointed