Devil Flyer Novels & Stories

The Earth's atmosphere was not like the normal. lt was experiencing a lot of vulnerable and unbearable natural variation at that day, there was no peace at all anymore. All became black and dark due to the uncontrolled disputes. ln the sky there were giant hawks flying in circle. And also a bird with grievous eyes and ink stained wings, seemed to float over the ground with the swift movement of it's wing. It landed on one of the branch of a dried tree and cawed once again with a ear piercing sound.The temperature was too hot, somewhat equal to the hell.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word, his peace of mind In the world full of Dark, the only source of light An innocent filled eyes captured the stormy waves Ho baby tell me wouldn't be his fault if he let go of her, his only cause, his only soul See the craze of fate wouldn't you laugh The boy who never believed would get it one Was he lucky enough, Ho no I call it Destiny Where Devil find His Angel walk a path of Aisle, taking vow to be forever, forever, forever one Ho no that's not the end, Ho ho that's not the end H

I was busy thinking about things so I was just surprised when a white chopper parked at a relatively hidden helipad appeared to me. On the side of the chopper is stamped the RedSphere crest. A Red Dragon circled over the initial DV. DV must stand for Devoncourt, right? Er... wait. Can we ride there? "Bennet, is that where we're going to ride home?" I will ask. "Yes!" he answered. I smiled. "Great!"

This made it easier for the warriors to kill most of the vampires. “Oh man I want one of those. Soko why can you breath fire and fly.” Trixie said, and Soko pushed her with his head as he growled. “Hey, I was just kidding, but if you think about it; our chopper did blow up, and we do need another way to fly. If we had a dragon we wouldn’t even have to stop for gas.” Trixie said, thinking about it hard now. Soko growled louder, Trixie just laughed, as she started firing shots at a few vampires that were attacking Alpha Dyelon. There were still some vampires on the outside of the ring of fire, but they were match for alpha Dyelon’s warriors. When Trixie first came out from the trees, he didn’

He cried softly and pounded his fist on the ground. "Adrian!" Isabelle sank to her knees and held his hand. "It's going to be okay." She struggled to reassure him as he continued to fidget. "She killed him," he muttered. "I am all alone." "You have me," she said, looking him in the eye. "Isn't that right?" He sobbed like a baby as she held him. Deira had lost her wings. Deira had become the victim of a conspiracy driven by greed.

It was a lovely place and had always been my favorite. "Oh, oh," Alessa's voice brought me back to reality. "Look who's coming over there." We looked through the window; three cars were parking. One was a red Ferrari, another a black Audi, and the last one a gray Homer. Kanael stepped out of the Ferrari, Basael from the black Audi, and, obviously, Afael from the Homer. Great.

SALLY’S POV Two days, it had been two whole days since that night of blood and gunfire, since I watched Dante... Doom, drop to the ground with a bullet in his shoulder because of me, because I couldn’t protect myself, because I froze. I had never known fear like that, not when I lost my dad, not when I found out Kelvin was cheating and not even when I heard my so-called best friend getting railed beside me while plotting my downfall but that moment, watching blood pour out of him… it wrecked me.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.