Devil Ninja 3 Novels & Stories

Using a combination of Violet's agile sword prowess, Ken's newfound powers, Zack's strength, and courage, and Sir Jason's quick thinking and expansive knowledge, the teammates were able to defeat the ten devils. Sir Jason stood amidst the fallen devils, his fists dripping with their dark blood, the crimson streaks contrasting sharply against his skin. Despite the gore, his face remained calm and composed, as if unfazed by the brutal fight they'd just endured. He noticed a small lever on the ground nearby and realized it was part of a clever trap device. With a quick motion, he pulled the lever and the four of them felt the ground rumble beneath their feet as a large net sprang up from the di

We all exchanged looks before we rushed back downstairs and into the kitchen. When we spotted our three targeted men Dante, Rhett and I rushed to them. The two men besides me drew their guns out and shot the brunette and bald guy in the kneecaps. I took my knife out and closed one eye focusing on my target. I threw my knife aiming for his back. His body collapsed to the ground as his cries hummed in the air, blending with the rattles of bullets. Seconds later 4 soldiers surround the wounded targets. "Tie them the fuck up." Raphaël demanded and they obeyed.

Hola beautiful people, I hope you enjoyed the story of Adele and Decker. The next book in VENGEANCE SERIES is: BOOK 1: THE DEVIL'S TRAP BOOK 2: SAMSON-MAFIA AND HIS THERAPIST. Here is the blurb of next book: A kiss in the mist of danger changed everything... When mafia darling, Margarita, began interning as a therapist to escape her past, she found herself working with an insomnia patient that would change her future.

"Try me. Just so you know, this place is mine. No one will stop me if I want to fuck an American girl like you. They don't know you. You're not one of us." "The police will catch you and throw you in jail." "Really? Before the police come, I'll take you to my bed first. Hmm, you're really beautiful. What's your name?" Angel turned her face away when the man grabbed her chin. She could only pray to God to send an Angel to help her. She was very scared. The man was like a psychopath. He had a tattoo of a dagger and a two-headed snake along his arm. Angel was sure the man was a member of a gangster. No one dared to interrupt the man. The people who came to the bar just walked past her and didn'

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Just then, a guy with curly hair dressed in a pink suit rushed in with another guy that was badly bruised. Aryan almost choked at the sight. “You look beautiful baby.” Mr. Dhanial said to the already half-dead person. “Forgive me boss, it was not intentional.” The guy pleaded. Aryan felt pity towards him but knew whatever it was, the guy was going to die. Just as he predicted, Mr. Dhanial gave the ruthless orders. “Put him in the grinding machine and sell his blood to Mr. Iglesias from Italy for ten million dollars.”

" The barista after serving his customers came near her for the order. The Nevaeh who was in her weird thought's world actually didn't sensed his presence. She was still in her own world. When we looked into Nevaeh from barista's side we might felt that she was talking with someone with her eyes because of her strange expressions. So as like others he tracked the line of sight of her and saw a young cute blue eyed man looking her and showing something strange like her with eyes. Actually it was our William who was looking our barista for making an order. But the position where the barista and Nevaeh stood same made our barista to end up with false assumptions by falsely sensing the line of s

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

But George didn’t hesitate—he lunged, barreling toward Ayra, unafraid of the bullets snapping past him. --- From Lisbeth’s vantage, the battlefield was a chessboard. She spotted a ladder on the side of a building—a perfect vertical escape—but George was in motion, cutting across the street, feral in his pursuit. She leveled her sniper, sights locking on him, and fired a round into a concrete pillar nearby. The pillar shattered, sending a cloud of dust into George’s path. He staggered but didn’t fall. Lisbeth cursed under her breath, dropping the sniper and pulling a second pistol, firing two rapid rounds that kicked him back.

He scanned me slowly, then, with a grunt, he asked, “Did you bring it?” “I did.” He glanced back to the driver, who was scanning the edges of the pier like a hawk, and nodded. The driver nodded back and opened the SUV’s rear door. Another man slid out. He had the kind of body that made every other man around him look smaller; thick neck, broad belly, face like a cliff. He wore a suit that cost more than my first car and moved with the slow arrogance of someone who knows his influence in the underworld. “Allow me to introduce the leader of the Vincetti Family. The one and only, Big V,” the man close to me announced with pride in his voice.