Devil Gamer Novels & Stories

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

"Understood, sir. But it may take time..." "I don’t care if it takes a war. I’ll burn the city down if I have to." Because this wasn’t just about reputation anymore. This was personal. And the person who set me up… is already dead. They just don’t know it yet.

Vito continued, “Stay the fuck away from everything I own. You look in their direction again, you breathe in their air, and the next time I walk into one of your places, I won’t be alone. And you won’t be breathing. Do you understand me?” Matteo’s jaw worked back and forth. He glanced at the laptop screen again, watching Vito’s men laugh and relax on camera, completely oblivious. “You fucked up first.” He muttered finally. “You played me.” Vito pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down like he had all the time in the world. “Are you sure about that?” “I don’t need a fucking angel to reveal that.” Vito laughed dryly. “Alright. What have you got to fight me with?”

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."

Deal", said Mete in a stronger pleasant voice. "But why?", asked Noah with doubt by lifting his eyebrows. "My child, Nevaeh is your dad's trial robot. l need to make another powerful one. So l need to do some experiments with her and from that result l wanted to make an advanced one. l think my little genius get my idea", said Mete lovingly by caressing on Noah's hair. Noah nodded his head like as he understood all the things what was his father just told.

Tommy replied giving her slightly some motivation. Iris seemed to think again. She doesn't want any more sadistic murders by the devil-like what happened to her parents. She looked at Eva and Tommy in turn before she gave a small smile. "First, I need a place to stay." Eva immediately extended her hand to shake hands with her. "Welcome to the Devil Hunter organization, Iris." After she joined Devil Hunter, she was immediately trained by Shane and introduced to the members in the headquarters. "Devils, have various kinds of powers. They can change appearance, move as fast as lightning, have unlimited power, and can imitate human form one hundred percent similar." Shane explained.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

He wheezed something, but it was too garbled to understand. "Tell me where my son is!" Liv demanded, wanting nothing more than to feel her own teeth sink into his throat. The broken warrior remained silent though he looked up at them. The one blue eye that could see glared at them. Birger kneeled across from Liv and met the glare. "You will die," he said in their tongue, his voice flat and without remorse. "Save yourself from an eternity in Hel and answer the woman. An infant should not suffer for your hate and bad decisions."

I have the confidence that I can handle any situation that pops out. "Mr. Devon, you still dared to show up in Miami. You don't know how bad Maverick wants you dead." He laughed. "Maverick? He is nobody," I said calmly and didn't betray expression. Maverick was a weapon dealer at that time, and I managed to obtain lots of high-quality weapons. I came to Miami, and instead of looking for arm dealers, I developed my own arm dealers band.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.