Devil Blade Novels & Stories

“Didn’t you hear what I said?!” “On the contrary, I think you are the one who didn’t hear me. Tonight, let me do what I never got to do before. I’m staying. This could be our last night together. That's why I want you to know that the whole world was wrong about you, Blade. You are not the devil. I am. Every person who pushed you away including me, we are the devils. You, on the other hand, are too good for people like us. We do not deserve you.” Blade trembled when I embraced him. I felt his tears fall on my cheeks as his body convulsed. His mana was at his limit.

Dominic stepped between us without hesitation. Not tactical. Instinctual. “Predictable,” Vale said gently, and fired. Observer One hit Vale’s wrist mid-shot, deflection strike, the bolt scorched ceiling instead of flesh. Observer Two moved then, finally choosing, disarming Vale completely with brutal efficiency. Decision made. Sides chosen. Too late to pretend neutrality now. Vale looked at his empty hand, then at them, and smiled. “Yes,” he said softly. “That’s the fracture I came to measure.”

Without even blinking, he grabbed the blade and plunged it deep into the Stormborn Devil's shoulder. "Argh!" The Stormborn Devil let out a terrible scream. Dwight twisted the knife, his hand turning it inside the killer's shoulder. Fear overtook the Stormborn Devil's face. He had taken two lives in the past month, blood staining his hands, but the boy in front of him filled him with a deep, visceral dread. Trembling, he muttered, "Y-You're a monster…" With that, the Stormborn Devil's eyes fluttered shut, and he collapsed, unconscious.

A geyser of hot, coppery blood exploded across her face, the metallic tang sharp on her tongue. His scream, a mixture of gurgle and choking, was smothered beneath her blood-slick palm. She pressed harder, silencing him before the others could hear, watching as his body crumpled soundlessly to the ground, limbs jerking in grotesque spasms as life fled from him. Valia’s pupils dilated, glowing with an otherworldly draconic blue, reflecting the storm of violence she had just unleashed. Her chest heaved, heart pounding, but fear was gone. Only the raw, unyielding power of her wrath remained.

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an

“Did you just call this your sword?” “It is mine!” Devilio yells. “You took it from my father, you murderer! You took everything away from me! You raped me! You killed my people!” Devilio does not say anything and this only makes Kayola angrier. She walks towards him and hacks his feet off his body. Devilio screams in agony. “Come on, you can’t die from that; we are both of Alpha blood, and I know I gotta do more than that before you die,” Kayola jeers at him.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TWO RAINAL "F**k"Red my favorite bitch screamed as I ravaged her mouth my demonic kisses which made her tremble to the core. Her tremendous heartbeat went wild against my chest. My cock twitched when she nibbled onto my lips. A playful grin appeared on my lips as I took her breasts into my hands. Her nipples were hard just like my cock. I scoffed against the thought of Red having a threesome with another man.

My feet were bleedinginside my heels, and the diamond necklace was cutting into my collarbone. It felt as if I was trapped inside a nightmare, from which I couldn’t wake up. Luca appeared beside me, two flutes of champagne were in his hand, and offered me one. “No thank you.” I said coldly, barely looking at him. He shrugged and drained both. “Your loss.” He said with disdain in his voice. Motherfucker.

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

‘Let’s get this over with,’ He said. I held my left palm up. On my wrist where a symbol had been inked. I placed my other hand over it and a soft glow appeared in it and it materialized into a special weapon. The devil's blade. It belonged to the Nightshade bloodline and was a gift from Daemon. Zayden's eyes shimmered as he caught sight of the blade. “Interesting. This would be fun,” His eyes gleamed a malevolent red, his demon seething just beneath the surface.