Devil Hs 소설 & 이야기

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

"Why would DVV want information on me? I’ve never worked with her." Aiden nodded. "I asked the same thing. She might be looking for leverage or planning something. She’s powerful, and you know how she operates—she doesn’t move without a reason. But if we want her help, we need to play her game." Aiden cleared his throat, deciding to go for it. "Lucifer, do you know someone who goes by the name DVV?" Lucifer’s expression hardened slightly. "DVV?" he repeated, leaning back in his chair. "Of course, I know her. The Devil’s Venomous Viper. She’s notorious in the underworld. Why are you asking?"

Every new attack was drawing him out of his right mind. "I am technically higher on the food chain than you. If I can get you to surrender the way a no-fur surrenders to-" Hades cut the powerful tom off. "I surrender to no one. I never have and with this power, I never will." "Then we are at an impasse." King slipped under the next focused attack to stand bravely in front of Hades. "But that crystal is a liar. It will drain your Doll in an attempt to steal every part of my aura. But I'm the Black Devil. I'm not just a strong Top-side magic user, I'm something other. My power is infinite. Understand, boy?" Then the Black Devil took the full force of one of the sphere's attacks dead on.

"After all we don't know if it even is one of them." "You've never been wrong with your senses, Ver" Devon said softly, "if it put you on alert it's a Nephilim." I hated to admit it but Devon was most definitely correct, I had not been wrong before and there was no reason to think I would be now. Something felt weird though, it was giving me pause about moving forward and I couldn't tell why,

“I've helped you get the immortality you desire, and now I'm helping you again, controlling Barbara so that she can kill the victims that you will make sacrifices for me.” Reksa stepped forward, approaching Hugo with a breath that smelled like a mixture of sulfur and wet tar. The devil gripped the Cursed's shoulder, making him grit his teeth in the pain and heat from Reksa's hands. Within seconds, Reksa's form was no longer human, but like a real devil, flaming red and black. Hugo's shoulders slowly smoked, but not the slightest sign of fire could come out.

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

"I changed my mind. I need some information to confirm that Ivanna and Jessabelle are not related. Especially since you don't believe humans or vampires can be reborn, right? Let's prove it." BRAKK! Devon got up and lunged. He pinned me against the wall with his arm pressed against my windpipe. "You don't mess with me, Jax. Even though I and my clan aren't as strong as you and Alisterix, I can grind you to dust!" he snarled. However, I didn't feel daunted by his threat. Instead, I chuckled, which made him look furious. "You won't be able to laugh like that when I cut your throat, asshole!"

Ha ha! "You...you are...not good. You broke up with me. I hate you!" I say so he thinks that I am dreaming and cursing Darin but that is not the case. Devin, a.k.a, devil will be the one whom I will ever curse to die and rot in hell.

God, help me, please! "The devil is stepping in and my death is nearly approaching !!" ~ Esha Varnav ~