Devil’s Saints: Taz Novels & Stories

When she said Almighty creator, all the light flickered there. "And you are...an angel?", asked the soul again with curious in a fine voice. Then it thought, " why not give it a try? Anyway if didn't accept this they will take me to the utmost hottest hell. l am decided to obey what the angel said. Atleast l can erase my past life's wrong deeds through this rebirth." "lf you think am...then l am. Oh! l forget to tell you. My name is Aidah. l will be serving as your guide", said the PA by waking the soul from thinking after a deep breath.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

He finally nodded. She turned, stormed to the warehouse, and stepped inside. The air stunk of blood and control. A guard guided her into the room. “Ah, there they are,” the old man said, standing beside Gozie’s bleeding form. “The prodigal daughters.” “I’m not your anything.” Vivian said “You are a devil.” Tasha said as she could see the agony in Kachi's eyes, this was all her fucking fault. “Oh, but you both were,” he said. “Before you forgot where you came from, and yes Tasha I know I'm the Devil.”

A few days later, a post that appeared on the Martial Tao Forum sent shockwaves throughout the community. “Chu the Devil was defeated in his battle with the Lord of the Sanctuary of Tetrachy and fled with injuries!” The news spread like wildfire not only on the forum, but the entire Martial Tao World as well. "Have you heard? Chu the Devil was defeated in his battle against Yue Fandie, the Lord of the Sanctuary of Tetrachy, and had to flee with injuries."

Your secret is safe with me. My romantic asshole. – Charlotte “What about yeh? What was it like growing up a Saint?” He went through his childhood; the good and bad. His aunt, uncle and cousins being shot. Taz surviving and moving in with them. All the things that he got away with because his dad was a Saint. The constant fighting between the three kids. His mother being caught in crossfire during a robbery at a convenient store. Losing a second mom sent Taz down a deep spiral of self destruction. Pulling herself out after the rape. He barely mentioned him killing Stinger. They had discussed it before, there was nothing more to tell.

It wasn't much, but she still gained plenty of useful information. Shaking her head, she said, "I don't know about everyone else, but I have some information on the saints and junior chiefs of the Big Four Sects and Big Four Clans. The strongest would be Shar Solo, a saint of the Taran Sword Sect. It's only natural since he's a sword cultivator too." Caleb looked up at those words. "What rank is he?" "No idea," Tia replied, shrugging. "It's been years since I've met them, so I'd bet they're at least median Scion rank."

"Are you drunk, Saint? Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" "Hey! You bastard! He is talking to... " Saint didn't let him finish before grabbing the boy's throat, squeezing life out of him. He clawed at his hand desperately but Saint didn't budge while his eyes were on Nicholas. The rest of the goons stood in defense but no one dared to touch him. "Let me repeat myself." Saint's voice thundered. "You will apologise to Gabrielle. Now." Gabrielle rushed to his side, trying to free the almost dead boy from his grip. "You're going to kill him. Saint, please...stop. They don't need to apologise."

Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.

Cloaked. Unarmed, visibly. He was escorted up through the fortress and into the war chamber, dripping seawater across polished stone floors. I stood at Dominic’s right when the stranger entered. He removed his hood slowly. Silver hair streaked with dark. Sharp features. Eyes like cold steel. “I am Lord Cassian of the Western Coalition,” he announced calmly. Dominic did not offer a seat. “There is no Western Coalition.” “There is now.” Silence stretched. Cassian’s gaze moved briefly to me.

"Offer a man power, and he shall do anything for you. But even though I love to chat, it is time for the next show." I listen in horror as he starts to recite the ancient words of a spell I know that is not in the Seven Spells. This man is clearly trying to take a shortcut, though now is not the time for me to worry about how stupid he truly is. The voices of the witches screech over the howls of the wolves. The Demons start to scatter around as I watch in horror as the ground beneath them begins to open. The Devils Trap, a spell that consumes the earth and everything above it, the process has started and will not stop until all in the stadium has been sucked in. This will go wrong; this spe