Devil Dice Cuphead Novels & Stories

“Involves sand goblins, a giant owl, and your missing cufflinks.” He gave her a look. “You told him about my cufflinks?” She shrugged. “You left them in the dining room. Elias decided they were magical and incorporated them into the storyline.” Lucian exhaled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “I see I’m no longer the most feared man in the estate.” “You’re a minor villain now,” Elias explained. “You control storms but secretly want to be good.” Lucian chuckled. “Very flattering.”

More blood. "Name?" "Ma-Manuel Lopez" "And your friend?" "Arturo Chavez" he whimpers trying to curl on the floor. I pull the knife out and he graces me with another scream. "Okay, why were you here?" He shakes his head, indicating he doesn't want to answer. I move up and shove a knife into his thigh and another one into the wound in his stomach. Twisting it. His body goes limp as he probably passes out from pain. It doesn't matter. I'll get the rest of the answers from my dear Arturo. Pulling out the blade on his thigh, I stick it in his throat and pull it out. Warm blood sputters out, going in different directions. Some lands on my face and hands and I relish the feel of the warm liquid sli

Chips of rock rained down. I didn't stop there, stopping there would have gotten both of us killed. I drove my elbow into the gunman's throat. He staggered. I took the weapon out of his loosening grip and put two rounds into his chest before he'd even finished falling. The alley went quiet, except for the ringing in my ears and Erdem's breathing, harsh and close, three feet away. I turned. He was staring at me. "Hendrix." His voice had lost its usual command. It came out low, almost careful, the way a man speaks when he's just watched the ground shift beneath something he thought was solid.

Zoey remembered right after Alex and her split parts, he drank something. “Yes! He did! He drank champagne.”, Zoey exclaimed. “Whatever you do, make sure that you stay far away from him, it’s dangerous if one vampire feeds off another, he won’t be able to get your scent but if he sees you, he will recognize that you are a vampire because his communication with you has heightened.”, Damien said. “Whatever they put in the drinks, it’s to make sure that vampires would be exposed, but since he is of a higher class of vampires, the process would be slower but also make sure he doesn’t go outside.”

“Uhm, I mean, you’re a Don, of course you have fifty million dollars sitting around your home, probably rotting away. “I’m not saying I’m not going to pay you back, I just need time. Besides, an overdue interest of twenty million is just absurd!” Diego chuckled softly. “Do you know what is actually absurd? The fact that I’m sitting here with you right now and listening to your bullshit.” “Come on, let’s all be reasonable here. We’re all business–” Before the man could complete his words, a ceramic cup flew straight at his forehead, breaking the skin instantly and leaving room for fresh blood as it began to spill from his head.

“Because you know better than to cross Rapheal.” “And you think I want to get in Delanxy’s bad side?” He scoffed. “Besides, what are the stakes that Rapheal will regain his power tomorrow? I don't play headless games, woman.” “I'm not here to convince you, Don. But I trust you are sensible enough to comprehend the stakes. Just remember that when Delanxy goes down, you're are going with her.” Just at the right moment, the waiter arrived with the drinks I had ordered. I took them and flashed Don Columbus a smile.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

She blinked up at him, her bound hands cupping her nose to staunch the steady flow. Whatever she thought this man could want with her, this certainly wasn’t it. “Who? I don’t –” “Don’t mess with me, you dumb whore.” Crusher hit her again, this time on the side of her head, and she felt her vision start to dim. “I know that those Road Devil fuckers had something to do with him going missing, so how’s about you tell me which one of them actually killed Fielding? And where they stashed his body?”

The murmuring died down as the head councilman, an older man with a bald head, stepped forward. “As per tradition, the position of Lord Master shall not be given, but earned,” he declared. His gaze swept over the crowd. “Tonight, we will hold a Voting by Combat.” Murmurs spread through the room. I felt my chest tightened. The councilman continued, “Both candidates will engage in a fifteen-minute match. No weapons. No outside interference. Pure skill. Once the time is up, the guests will cast their votes based on who they believe is most worthy of leading the Vendetta Mafia.”

The target's daily routine continued for three days, so for the next four days, Azrael will continue the assassination of his target. The day has come when Azrael will carry out his mission. Azrael had already prepared his guns and knife. Azrael placed the Coharie Arms MP-10 Using a duffle bag, and his pistols were in his pistol holster. He has already left his condo unit. He left all his feelings as he left his home. He knew this mission would not be easy so he needed to be more self-confident. He drove in his black Camaro.