Devil Detective Invincible Novels & Stories

Using a combination of Violet's agile sword prowess, Ken's newfound powers, Zack's strength, and courage, and Sir Jason's quick thinking and expansive knowledge, the teammates were able to defeat the ten devils. Sir Jason stood amidst the fallen devils, his fists dripping with their dark blood, the crimson streaks contrasting sharply against his skin. Despite the gore, his face remained calm and composed, as if unfazed by the brutal fight they'd just endured. He noticed a small lever on the ground nearby and realized it was part of a clever trap device. With a quick motion, he pulled the lever and the four of them felt the ground rumble beneath their feet as a large net sprang up from the di

“Because detective, our mystery guy here does just the exact opposite of just an ordinary killer would do. His crime scene feels like a battlefield even through the victim didn’t even throw him a punch. It makes him a man because of the strength of his weapon. It does seem very small but it slaughters deep. I think his skills are definitely some of the best military tactics ever taught. They call it off balance and pinning. Trafalgar 1805.” “Are you from the military?” Dannie undeniably inquired basing on how brilliant she was explaining herself. “No detective. I just do a lot of research. Since we’ve been introduced, let get to work and find our man slaughter.” Victor had led his quiet gett

"Nobody pisses off the Boss and walks away breathing. I heard stories about the things that man will do with his own two hands." She despised the way her partner said the Boss like some kind of hero-worshipping groupie. She'd always hated bullies, and as far as she was concerned, Vladimir Sitnikov was the biggest one of all. He and his like were the reason she was a cop. She hated that Sitnikov ran this city, her city. She wanted him in jail where he belonged. "I hope he's pissed Grubs, I really do. Maybe he'll slip up this time and I can do what no other detective's been able to, come up with solid evidence on that slippery son-of-a-bitch."

A dangerous power bubbled in the vampire’s chest until it exploded upwards as fire consumed her body. “You did well Jacob.” A husky voice filled the air. As Jake watched the body burn his head snapped up and that stealing calm had left his body and panic ensued. He shifted his stare from the vampire to a lean yet man with deep sparkling cobalt blue eyes and raven black hair. He had the same strong and sharp jawline as Jake with rugged good looks and a black five o’clock shadow that shaped his jaws. Hanging around his neck a golden badge that said, Detective.

I watched her through the grainy surveillance footage Ledger had hacked into. On screen, the detective moved through the Philadelphia precinct with the kind of sharp efficiency that set my teeth on edge. Mid-forties, dark hair pulled into a tight bun, eyes like flint even in low resolution. This was the woman who’d dismantled the Delmonico cartel with nothing but a notepad and a Glock. And now she was hunting me. Jake leaned over my shoulder, his breath hot with yesterday’s whiskey. “She doesn’t look like much.”

his eyes were as sharp as the tip of a keen knife. The sound of the club scraping against the floor hurt my ears. His aura was so frighteningly deuced that I even deemed him to be the scariest man I’ve ever seen in my nightmare. But honestly though, ghosts and poltergeists were scarier. I didn’t like them, especially Valak. He must be Valak’s son. On the bright side, he’s the coolest devil I’ve seen so far. He’s taller than me and as I recalled, he’s the foreigner who slipped badly because of my ID. That's his karma and he have to deal with it!

He smirked, "You rubbed off on me thousands of years ago, Your Grace." "Brat," Xerxes muttered, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ancient of days." Xerxes’s jaw dropped. "Coming from an almost four-thousand-year-old? That is just wrong, and you know it." A genuine smile finally graced Daemon's lips. "The scar on your face. Did you get it that night of the Eclipse Moon?" Xerxes asked, changing the subject. "Nope. Your beast did that," Daemon said in a casual, light tone. "Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill."