Devil Deer Novels & Stories

The actor playing the centipede monster was no longer moving. “Who are you?” Graham and the crew turned back around, staring at the green-haired man with frightened eyes. The man chuckled and flipped his palm over to reveal a jade-green dagger, a tool that looked like it came out of a game. Blood was still dripping from the blade. He spoke in a peculiar accent, “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emerald Devil, placed number fourteen in the world’s assassin’s ranking.” After that, Emerald Devil directed an infatuated gaze to Snow, speaking in a tone laced with excitement and longing, “Who knew that the little bunny with a bounty of eighteen billion dollars on the dark web was so pretty

"You-You need to run! That's a Devil , Nat- the Devil." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Demon eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

Smiling, he pulled it open. “I gotcha!” She squealed loudly. “Yes Derek, how’d you know I was there?” “Easy peasy. Barbie, your gown was sticking out.” “Oh Derek, I didn’t know.” “That’s why you should have listened to Duchess Rowena when she was teaching you about etiquette.” Lana rolled her eyes “Duchess Rowena was evil!” She yelled amidst laughter. “I like villains sometimes, their actions can be justified.” “I don’t want to argue please, you’re too smart to be seven.”

A low growl, deep and distorted, echoed from somewhere ahead. Kael motioned for silence. They moved quietly toward the noise, ducking under a fallen log and pushing through a thicket. The clearing beyond was worse than either had expected. A deer stood in the middle, or what was left of one. Its eyes glowed silver, its body twisted in unnatural ways, like bone and muscle had been rearranged. Steam poured from its mouth as it turned toward them, making a sound that was almost human. Lira whispered, “What the hell”

I lifted the microphone to my mouth, “So, you see, it would not be hard for a poaching charge to become felony murder or manslaughter. The shifters who have a legal hunting season, know not to shift at all during that season. We are extra careful during hunting season.” Someone in the audience asked a question that I knew was coming. “Is there such thing as were deer?” I chuckled, “I have not heard of them, but there is someone we can all ask.” Then I yelled, “Hey Gryphon! We need your help!” Gryphon walks in and the audience gasps. I smiled, “Ladies and gentlemen, Gryphon is the master of all animals; natural and supernatural. Gryphon, is there such thing as were deer?” Gryphon chuckles, “N

Mist escaped from its nostrils, its ragged breathing the only sound piercing the stillness. Then a white blur overtook it. The strike came with devastating precision—a powerful lunge to the throat that brought the reindeer crashing down in one fell swoop. Fangs sank deep into its neck, and the creature thrashed wildly until life drained from its eyes like water from a broken vessel. The white figure rose, standing majestically against the freezing cold, moonlight painting its massive form in silver and shadow. Deimon.

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

"You don't have my number." "What makes you think that? I have my ways, Smith." And with one last wink, I saw him take a turn and disappear from my sight. I let out a long breath, leaning on the nearby wall. Looks like I just made a deal with the Devil. --- Oh. Oh. Oh. That's one hot devil though!

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.