Devil's Arithmetic Novels & Stories

His body was slowly wearing out due to his long exposure on the toxic air, but still, he needed to help Janshai now. When the smoke faded, he spotted Janshai surrounded by the three wild devilions. Arth shivered when he finally got a closer look at the beasts. They had dark, rough skin with terrifying heads similar to a lion. Circling Janshai, they growled with their flaring eyes locked on to him. He could be preyed at any moment, if Arth wouldn’t do something. He must help his comrade. Arth was about to pull out his Blackwinter when Janshai suddenly stopped him. “Stand back, you idiot.”

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

said the original Arion, still hugging Cila tightly. " Friend? Who? " Cila asked, raising her eyebrows. "The curious ghost that always appears around me, that's your friend, isn't it. Get rid of him now, he's in the corner of the room. I beg you to get rid of him." Cila widened her eyes, indirectly Arion said Cila was friends with the devil. Cila growled in annoyance, forcibly released Arion's arms. Then he stepped into the corner of the room bravely, because Cila didn't see him.

Arnav wanted his doll safe, it can only happen when shivay come into his sense, coz this shivay was broken, he should make get back the devil in order to save both himself and his Doll A-“Shivay, come to your sense, Anika needs you, come on you need to be stronger, didn’t you look at her eyes which was screaming to save her, how can you lose yourself shivay, gare up, you need to save her, your love your Angel, you can’t act like insane, get up, save her, we’ll find her Shivay, don’t you want to punish those who toucher your love, don’t you want to punish him for laying his hand on her” Shivay stood up with rage, hearing Arnav words, he was right he can’t lose like this, it was his Angle and

Fangs gleamed in a maw that split into a grin too wide for any mortal face, sulfurous breath fogging the air. 'Foolish mortal,' the devil hissed, voice echoing in Elian's mind like nails on bone. 'The pact demands blood of your blood. You think to barter your husk? No. I will have the heirs—or watch you drown in their screams.' Damitri lunged, sword flashing, but the devil's claw lashed out, shadows erupting to ensnare him mid-stride. The queen's cry shattered the tension, the boy twisting in vain. Elian pressed closer, spectral hands reaching uselessly, horror rooting him as the chamber dissolved into chaos—clashing steel, demonic roars, the infant's wail cutting through like a knife.

Mia couldn't believe she was staring at the devil. She couldn't fathom how he was there in the first place. In second place, there was a very rich and powerful man bleeding to death on the restroom pathway of a vessel filled up with the ultra wealthy, and upper echelons of society. This was something straight out of a horror movie. “What the fuck, Luca?!” Her eyes doubled when she heard Lev’s voice. And as it moved, she saw him standing behind the devil, his mouth wide open in shock.

Tommy replied giving her slightly some motivation. Iris seemed to think again. She doesn't want any more sadistic murders by the devil-like what happened to her parents. She looked at Eva and Tommy in turn before she gave a small smile. "First, I need a place to stay." Eva immediately extended her hand to shake hands with her. "Welcome to the Devil Hunter organization, Iris." After she joined Devil Hunter, she was immediately trained by Shane and introduced to the members in the headquarters. "Devils, have various kinds of powers. They can change appearance, move as fast as lightning, have unlimited power, and can imitate human form one hundred percent similar." Shane explained.

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.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"