Devil's Arithmetic Novels & Stories

Celea " But how are you his weakness?" Deon " Have any of you ever saw the devils face?" Celea " Yes, we did see his face" Zehn " I also saw it" Dereus " Does he have golden eyes?" Celea " yes...." * sigh* " There is a prophecy that is over 1000 years old" Celea " It says that the Devil will be defeated by his child, that child is the reason of the war 600 years ago" Celea

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

she’d said. No one talks to Vincenzo Bruno like that. Certainly not some fragile girl with doe eyes and a shaky voice. She didn’t even know who I was... and that ignorance stung more than her words. Because that meant my reputation wasn’t loud enough. Yet. But before I could let the thought simmer further, I felt my body shift. My limbs turned heavy. The edges of my vision softened. I tried to stand, but my knees buckled. "Sir? Are you okay?" the waitress rushed over, catching me.

Lucian didn’t speak right away. He simply watched. And felt something twist in his chest. Not pain. Not exactly. Something stranger. “Is this a battlefield?” he asked dryly, stepping into the room. Elias spun, his eyes lighting up. “Lucian! We’re building a castle, and I’m the king, and Ayra is the royal inventor, and we’re at war with the Empire of Dust.” Lucian raised an eyebrow at Ayra. “Empire of Dust?” “It’s a long story,” she said, still smiling. “Involves sand goblins, a giant owl, and your missing cufflinks.”

If it belongs to someone I call ally, then the world I thought I could steer has already turned its wheel. I step out from the darkness with the calm I cultivate like armor. My gun is not raised—yet—but my presence is a lever. The two in the archway freeze. Isabella turns slowly, eyes wide in the moonlight, expression unreadable. The other figure steps back, swallowed by shadow, gone before I can name him. “Isabella.” My voice is flat. I keep my weight low, my posture ready. She steadies herself as if she’d been caught mid-fall.

It is the word that keeps it going. It is sure it had seen someone for a few seconds. A boy perhaps. It keeps its eyes on the window but no one comes to sight anymore. It walks past a house with its light slightly contributing to that of the moon, a brighter image of the figure is visible. It is human. A girl. Definitely in her late teens. Her eyes are red as flames. Amber. Her gaze is faint and fuzzy like she can only see what is exactly in front of her. Her dress is white, assuming the dirt and unknown substances are cleaned off it. ***

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.

He dares not to go against the words of his mother, Mirabella Swiftwings. The moon that shined over Ardna Chirig was scorched like the sun in Ayruzglow. At the time of instant chatting was taking place in Ardna Chirig, Dev was about to meet his mother. Dev progresses towards the Throne hall to meet the Queen of Ayruzglow followed by Ivan Shirk. When he was about to step into the Throne-hall, a feminine voice called him from behind, “Dev…You are back.” Both Dev and Ivan stopped and looked at the way where the voice comes from. A sparkle-eye-warrior girl dressed in purple approached him and about to hold the palms of Dev and said, “I have interesting news for you…Come with me”

It buzzed and trembled, and the blood oozed out became thicker and thicker. The Silver-armored Devil's eyes were full of disbelief. His body trembled and he came back to his senses. His expression suddenly became angry and ashamed. "You're just an ant, yet you dare to mess with me! Earth Devils of the Eternal Era, Break the Universe!" With a roar, a vortex appeared in the palm of the Silver-armored Devil. He clenched the long bone spear and shook it violently. Swoosh! The surface of the long bone spear was suddenly thrown out a lot of indescribable blood.

"Do you have any idea what you're holding? Kayla stared at the artifact, its intricate designs now glowing brighter, pulsing as if alive. Her breath hitched. "What...what is this thing?" "Put it down!" he barked, his tone sharp, almost desperate. But the artifact didn't budge. It clung to her hand like it was part of her, its hum growing louder. "I can't!" Kayla cried. "It won't let go!" The devil took a cautious step back, his anger replaced by something that almost looked like fear. He glared at her, his fiery eyes boring into hers. "So it's true. You are a descendant of Arithymus."