Devil Flyer Novels & Stories

Swearing and calling us devils, just makes me smile. “We’re devils, so you should be aware, that devils never stop. Never quit, and don’t burn in the inferno we just walk through it, now speak.” My words taunt him and he nods, he looks like he might puke, or pass out, either isn’t good. “They are using Daisy.” “We know that already!” Calix’s anger grows and the knife swings removing another finger. Ryan screams again, trying to break free, it’s a useless attempt to escape, my restraints aren’t toys.

The devil's own melody. Soul Snatcher.

“I'm defending him cause he’s a good guy. Behind that stoned face with no emotion, he has a heart and you made him have demons that haunted him every night.” “Shut up!” Khalil yelled. “Well, what do I know? I’m just an IT guy.” Khalil sent for three assassins and they stood in front of him. "Go to St. Mary Orphanage home and bring me Chantelle Farooqi." Vinly sighed and shook his head. “You’re dismissed! All of you.” SPIKE Vinly had sent him a text as soon as he left Khalil's office. He had ran out of the house almost shirtless, ignoring his sister’s and Malia calls. He hopped on his bike and sped off. As he was riding, he broke rules. He didn’t obey the traffic light, one way riding.

Adom smiled as hell rained down upon the Angels. Most were able to summon protective power as in time, but not all. Some screamed as they burned and the Devil took a deep breath of satisfaction. There was a muffled sound beside him that had his eyes sliding over towards the vampire leader. Boss didn't appear as happy as the Devil had thought he'd be. "What ever is the matter?" he asked, his voice light and airy despite the scent of burning flesh that filled his lungs.

Serious ones. First, he didn’t believe that Viper would send anyone back to the scene of such a massive clusterfuck so soon. The Road Devils would be on ultra-high-alert right now, and they’d have hidden away their kids and women so completely, they might as well be on another planet. Not many vulnerabilities left at this point, so there was no reason for any of The Hellions to even cross the state line, let alone dare to show their faces in Denver and risk the wrath of Scars Innis and Ice Johansson.

When he entered the car, I saw that he was holding a plastic and it looked like their jersey. I was also able to take him home immediately to their house because there was not much traffic so I was able to fly my car on the road. He almost cried because of the fear that we will have an accident because I constantly over-take cars. "Congratulations, Mr. Devera!"

She felt another kick—small, fluttery—but enough to keep her grounded. She whispered to the child inside, We’re almost there. Before boarding, she turned to Dev. “Thank her… for everything. Mia saved my life. Twice.” He nodded. “I will.” The jet took off seconds later, slicing through the pink-orange sky. ⸻ The Punishment of Mike While Hema was ascending into a new life, Mike was spiraling toward death. He sat in his luxury sports car, headed out of the city. Confused. Frustrated. And angry. Mia had called off the wedding just an hour earlier, and she hadn’t minced words.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

Thor was angry with the earth because of people like Harrison. Like a raging Banshee, the wind screamed and howled, reverberating around the green landscape, eerily echoing as Ace desperately manoeuvred through the ruthless raindrops that were relentlessly plummeting from the heavens, it was like there were scores of Japanese aircraft flying above the vehicle dropping kamikaze bombs down on the ground, and they splattered against the roof of the car like stones against a zinc surface. Ace gripped the steering wheel tight. He squinted his eyes, trying to see through the thick, heavy fog. The wipers swished tiredly against the windscreen.

LAZZARO I sped at a dangerous speed, cornering him and blocking his car. Without hesitation, I jumped out of my car and approached his, knocking on his window. “Fuck!” He growled and banged his fist on the steering wheel before eventually opening the door and stepping out. “What do you want? Why did you follow me?” he growled. “Enzo Bianchi.” I folded my arms across my chest, observing him closely. “Back from the dead, I guess. Tell me, did you have this all planned?”