Devil's Arithmetic Novels & Stories

Devora said coldly, then a powerful black spiritual aura emanated. Everyone was terrified when they felt Devora's black spiritual aura, as if it came from darkness. "You hurt my master's feelings... Prepare to die! ARMY OF THE SKELETON GHOST!" Devora shouted. Anna was alerted to hear what devora said, "Master Jin! Stay away from Devora's surroundings! That technique is dangerous!" "Why? What's that technique?" Jin asked. "Devora can summon her own army from the darkness, it's an army of powerful Skeleton Ghost Warriors that eat the souls of human. When she last used it a few thousand years ago, even our comrades were attacked by this army. "Jin was stunned and said,"What? Why did she choose

Diana was still in the white gown that she wore in the tower, but from her face to her body she had turned more towards the demonic side. Terrified, a few soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt. “Who did this…” Diana mumbled gruffly. “Why the hell did you stop your attacks, prince Devon?” Vidar said. “Finish them! End them here! Can’t you see? She is a demoness. The warmonger. The filthy blood that has brought destruction to this world. Kill them both!” Devon looked even more confused from Vidar’s comment, but he didn’t attack. “Fine! I will do this myself!” Vidar snatched the gun from Devon’s hand and incessantly shot at Diana, but Zephyr threw himself in the middle.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

"You won't get a single blood from me," Arth said as he unsheathed Frostcalibur, facing six, armed demons. They had muscled bodies with rough burnt skin, wide wings, and long tails. Their armors screamed in black metal, their capes burning red. One of them was dressed in a dark purple cloak, with a long staff in his hand. The others were armed with dual machetes.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

He was banished from his father’s land and left to roam the streets. Five years later, Alpha Archer is called the devil alpha, with a wickedly strong pack to show for it. When Lila comes into his life, Archer feels things he never thought possible. Bought at an auction and intended to be a mere slave, she soon becomes the one thing he never thought he could have: love.

My feet were bleedinginside my heels, and the diamond necklace was cutting into my collarbone. It felt as if I was trapped inside a nightmare, from which I couldn’t wake up. Luca appeared beside me, two flutes of champagne were in his hand, and offered me one. “No thank you.” I said coldly, barely looking at him. He shrugged and drained both. “Your loss.” He said with disdain in his voice. Motherfucker.

“Do you know about Spiritual Arts as well?” Maxine nodded. She looked at Thea and said, “According to ancient scrolls, a devil appeared in the martial world 800 years ago. The devil was ruthless and killed indiscriminately without a single shred of mercy. His martial art technique was unmatched, and no one in the whole martial world was able to stand up to him. Countless powerful martial artists united and fought against him for eight days straight. Ultimately, their efforts succeeded and he was killed. Spiritual Art and Spiritual Palm completely vanished from the martial art world since then.

If I want to have a baby, I can have it with anyone, not her; the child born to her is not known as a ghost or a demon. I shivered at Vincent's callous words; I stared at him in fear without blinking. "Is that the word of a human?" Vincent smirked, his whole body covered in ice. "You always call me the devil, don't you?" I turned my head and saw Aboli with his eyes closed, his whole body drooping like a lamp that had run out of oil. My mind went blank, I didn't even think about it, so I rushed to bite Vincent's toned arm hard. Not only did I bite, but I also tried to chew it like it was my food.

"I am not the only evil haunting these woods. Other evil creatures come here occasionally to hunt me. You see those skulls scattered everywhere? They were the skulls of your predecessors. Even if I let you go, those creatures will devour you on the way because of one petal. The only ones allowed to come in here and go alive are warriors who seek to challenge me to a fight, and you are no warrior." "I am a warrior!" I retorted. "I will challenge you to a fight, then." He turned and looked at me. "I will devour you." "I will defeat you. I will do whatever it takes to defeat you. That is the power my love wields. I will not let him die. I, Laika Archer, a warrior Omega, accept your challenge."