Devil Blade Novels & Stories

Her reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened in terror as she stared at the image. Slowly, shakily, she lifted her hand and pointed at it. “T-th-is… h-he… i-is a d-dev-il,” she stuttered. “B-b-ad… m-man.” A chill crawled down my spine. “Yes,” I nodded firmly. “He is a bad man. Have you ever seen him with your daughter?” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked around the room, panic flooding her face.

"But I realized that I will never be as perfect as you told me to be. I tried, but it failed, tried so hard to impress you but it made me bleed, tried so hard so hard and I almost died." "You." I asserted, pressing the sharp ends of the knife deeper into his flesh. "You proved to the world that you are the devil. Simeon Lebedev inferred to be the most brutal, cold-blooded, abhorred, selfless man in the mafia world. Congratufuckinglations." I snarled "You've earned the tittle but at what cost. Nothing since you have no fucking heart." I step back and toss the knife across the room. Simeon's chest heaves up and down before he searched my eyes.

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

As the time leaps her way to the death zone, marking the scythe into a flash of striking lightning throughout the devil’s temple. Fast as Kyle chanted a spell turning his blade into a flamed one. He jumps vanishing in the middle as he took flight, striking it halfway from its temple. To the devil’s howl shrieking its pain as it fought back. They took their stance in defense now exchanging hits, with the devil in the outmost bleeding one, piss and angry from the attacks that did not bother the twins nor Kyle. The demon found the source as his eyes shifted around the maiden. Vanishing as it strives to appear in front of the maiden and shrieking a deadly strike with its fangs at hand, the three

Lylah grinned fixing her broken arm, then began approaching the female trying to crawl away from her. She is crazy! She is indeed the Devil's sister. “Hey shit face. I'll like to tell you something” Lylah took the spear from the ground. “killing you will make my kill 300 men in total and since you're special, how about you help me say hi to the others?” Redhaired growled, shifting fully charged towards Lylah, fast. They clashed like terror. but of course Lylah took the upper and tear her opponent in pieces. Redhaired gat her head twisted in a brutal way.

The wind tussled my hair and I planted one foot in front of the other happily living in my own world. Blood circulation was locked off in my arm as someone came out of nowhere and grabbed me from behind. The brief happiness left my body instantly and was replaced by anger as I spun around with the assailant's hand still gripping my arm tightly. Almost a foot taller than I was, I looked up into the face of no other than the devils second in command Blade the mother of all devils Collins. He was wearing a nasty satisfied grin as he dug his fingers deeper into my arm sending pain through it. Blade gripped me tightly enough, it was sure to leave scars perhaps. Clenching my jaw I pulled my hand b

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

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them, He glows not for him but to bring peace in their life, to erase the Darkness around them, He became Devil not for Power, not for blood, Hater is killed with Kindness, Darkness is defeated with Light, He's Devil fighting against all other Devil's safeguarding his loved ones taking all the Darkness inside him

His sword flashed in the floodlights as he lunged, aiming straight for Lucian’s side. Steel tore across Lucian’s arm. The cry ripped from his throat, raw and guttural. He jerked back, blood gushing down his sleeve, staining his hand crimson. “Lucian!” Ayla’s scream pierced the storm. But he was already moving. His face twisted into something feral. He ripped the blade from the guard’s grip, muscles straining, and drove it back into the man’s chest. Once. Twice. Again. Each strike more savage, more brutal, until the man collapsed lifeless into the mud, blood mingling with the rain.

If he dared to act in any way, the one would be battered. You know, from Regi's beating just now it still hurts a lot. For that he will not do something without good judgment. "Watch out if you dare to mess around," said Regi sharply. The same as his gaze which seemed to be skinning Deny. Sadistic, yes that's what happened at that time. really very scary. Suddenly at that moment the hair on Deny's neck stood up. If only Regi was a kind, friendly person and of course she didn't have the strength, Deny had already finished him off.