Devil Of The Seas Novels & Stories

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

The air reeked of iron and death, heavy and nauseating. “Too noisy.” The voice that followed was chilling—calm, devoid of any emotion yet deep and smooth like a devil's lullaby. It belonged to only one man: Leonardo Morano. Known in hushed whispers as the Devil himself, his mere presence drained the warmth from the room.

He just said that his code name was Azrael and that he just called him Captain Yang. The person who kidnapped three of Sky Country’s cargo ships wasn’t simple. He had quite the background, his overall fighting strength extremely abnormal. Yang Xiao and the King of Southeast Asia were forced to join forces and fight a bloody battle on the deck. When they passed a mysterious area in the triangle of the Bermuda Devils, the sea turned from blue to black, as if there was a peerless monster hiding at the bottom of the sea. Realizing this, the Southeast Asian King pushed Yang Xiao away and asked her to take the lead in evacuating on the yacht.

He coughed, prompting Nestie to grab the pitcher and pour cold water onto Toto’s glass. “Thank you,” said Toto to Nestie after taking a few gulps of water. Lisa was amused. "You mentioned the Devil's Sea. Is that a real place?" Toto gave another cough and set down his glass on the table. "It's real alright. You don't hear a lot of stories about it now, but in those days, there were a lot of boats that went missing in that area." "You mean like the Bermuda triangle?" asked Nestie, not quite believing.

Within seconds, he was hit five or six times, collapsing to the ground in terror. "Who are you? Did Derek send you?" he demanded. The woman advanced step by step, the sound of her feet crushing dead leaves sending chills down his spine. Up close, Golden Shark saw she wore a fox mask with a crimson, leering grin, utterly terrifying. Looking down at him, her voice was sweet, "Agent 07 here to pay a visit." Agent 07? Golden Shark stared in shock. She was the "Devil" who emerged from the Hell Isles half a year ago.

After I rejected Silas, his eyes turned red with fury. He laughed maniacally, and the shrill, piercing sound echoed through the depths of the sea. "If I can't have happiness, then none of you deserve it!" he shouted. "I'll let this ocean burn with my suffering!" As soon as he finished speaking, Silas pulled out a secret relic from his pack. It was a black orb that glowed with a cold, eerie light. He detonated it without hesitation. In a flash, a terrifying surge of power ripped through the deep sea, as if it would tear the entire ocean apart.

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member

Inside Valdez’s lavish, floor-to-ceiling glass office at the top of the oil platform overlooking the dark, stormy sea, a tall old man cowered against the wall. He was almost unrecognizable—his clothes wrinkled, disheveled, and hanging loosely off his trembling frame. His eyes were bloodshot and wide with a volatile mix of terrifying rage and absolute panic. It was the one and only Sebastian Valdez—the last debtor left for me to collect. A cold smirk played across my lips as I gave the signal to one of the lead squad operators beside me. He immediately placed a breaching charge on the heavy double doors and set the timer. We were about to enter and give Valdez his final judgment.

Damien was still sitting on the backseat of my car tapping away on my phone, how he opened it was a mystery to me. " Get down, Damien bullets are blazing around here you might get shot." I tried using the girl's accent, the woman bust the door open and start shooting at me. This time she was accompanied by the two boys from before each and every one of them was holding a dangerous weapon, she fired at me, the other two boys were shooting non stop. I looked over at Damien to know if he was alright, he might be the devil's son but that doesn't mean he can't die, " get down!" I commanded pushing his head to lie down on the car seat.

Danger bell rang inside her head. World War III. Shit. ******