Devil Ninja 3 Novels & Stories

"Fine, let’s do it." I got dressed quickly and we both left for the training ground, surprisingly, the underground training room looked more like an elite military bunker, cold concrete, steel racks with every weapon imaginable. Dummies that looked too human and Dante? Or should I say Doom? He was already shirtless, wrapping his hands with black tape, tattoos cutting across his arms and chest like blades... He was in his full Doom mode. He tossed me gloves. "Basic self-defense first, then we move to weapons, don’t hold back. If you want revenge, you better be ready to bleed for it."

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an

I tried again, but he held my hand and soon I found myself on the ground. “Have you forgotten who trained you?” While he was still speaking, a bullet hit his arm. Salvatore winced in pain as she looked up to Dante, the culprit. I watched as the one I called my boss grabbed his pistol, pushing me to the floor. Dante chuckled. “Pistols aside. Fight with your bare hands.” Salvatore glanced at his bleeding arm, but he did not mind Soon, the two were engaged in a fierce battle and I watched as Dante dominated the mini field with his aura and fighting skills. Salvatore was nowhere near his abilities.