Devil Blade Novels & Stories

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

Aahva nodded, and he left his room, then returned to the healing room. “What happened when you are in the middle of the road?” “We attacked by a devil in a human form.” “Devil?” "Yes, Abelard stabbed that devil with his sword, but that devil also stabbed him in the stomach.” “And you know, dad? I had to use it.” Aahva took a deep breath as he turned around and rubbed his face a few times. “That’s okay! It’s an emergency.” “And where did you meet that devil?” “About three kilos to the east.”

She sat at her desk, filing her nails. "You guessed right," I replied, resting my elbows on the table. "What's the urgency?" Alessa stopped filing her nails and looked at me attentively. "I found out their names," she said. I raised my eyebrows, wondering how she figured it out so quickly. She continued when she saw my confusion. "The new boys, the blond one is called Basael, the redhead is Kanael, and the dark-haired one is Afael. Isn't it weird? Everything ends with 'ael.'"

“But there is more. To win, you will have to let it out. The part of you you keep buried. The part that scares you. The devil in your skin.” I frowned. “What devil.” His smile widened. “The one that whispers when you fight. The one that loves the kill. You know him. You just never admit it.” I shook my head. “This is not real.” He chuckled. “Say that all you want. But look around. You feel pain here, do you not.” I glanced at my hand. The cut from the flower still bled slowly. “If you bleed, it is real enough,” he said softly. “And if you die here, you die for good.”

Kilian shot back. Devon looked as though he were about to faint from sheer hatred, his gaze immediately falling upon me. And he looked at me with that hateful expression again. His eyes were filled with disgust because of who I was. The result of the violence his mate, Dalila, had suffered. My mother... Devon Grayson knew who I was and everything that had happened to his mate, but because of King Zephyrus Eldryn's agreement, he couldn't attack. "Get out of here... all of you," the male demanded, his voice filled with pain.

Far on the horizon, a faint red glow pulsed against the sky, the reflection of fire. “Pray for him,” she whispered. “Pray that he remembers mercy.” In the throne room, mercy had long since fled. Adrian and Malcolm circled one another, blades slick with blood. Every strike was personal. Years of envy, grief, and betrayal condensed into motion. “You think yourself righteous,” Malcolm hissed. “You think the gods bless your sword.” “I think the gods are silent,” Adrian replied, “and we’ve all mistaken that for approval.” Their swords locked. Adrian twisted, disarmed him, sent Malcolm sprawling onto the steps of the throne. The younger prince’s chest heaved; his eyes were wide with hate and terro

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

He should suppose to touch it but a red smoke suddenly evaporates from inside the scar. “What the hell is this?” General Malta thought as the red smoke thickened. He stands up and steps backward widening his eyes as he witnesses Goryo’s body slowly woken up. The nine-footer devil was standing in front of him with his red eyes flaming and bulky body traced with dark veins up to his face. General Malta grasps his sword and quickly pulls it out from the scabbard, he narrowed his eyes as he quickly runs to attack the devil. The devil’s body was too slow to move because of its bulkiness. General Malta manages to slit the skin on his left arm as he slides down between the devil’s feet. General Mal

Devora said coldly, then a powerful black spiritual aura emanated. Everyone was terrified when they felt Devora's black spiritual aura, as if it came from darkness. "You hurt my master's feelings... Prepare to die! ARMY OF THE SKELETON GHOST!" Devora shouted. Anna was alerted to hear what devora said, "Master Jin! Stay away from Devora's surroundings! That technique is dangerous!" "Why? What's that technique?" Jin asked. "Devora can summon her own army from the darkness, it's an army of powerful Skeleton Ghost Warriors that eat the souls of human. When she last used it a few thousand years ago, even our comrades were attacked by this army. "Jin was stunned and said,"What? Why did she choose