Devil Sword Novels & Stories

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Pain exploded in his shoulder as it scraped against the rough bricks. “You think hiding behind Vito makes you untouchable?” the scarred man hissed, pressing the knife against Aiden’s side. “Matteo sends his regards.” Aiden swung wildly, his fist connecting with the man’s jaw. It wasn’t much, but it bought him a second. He tried to run toward the door, but the other guy tackled him from behind. They crashed to the dirty ground together. A boot slammed into his ribs. Another kick landed on his thigh.

"Ugh ..." Owen lost his way of escaping from the demon's device. He did not know that the devil was waiting in this place and was preparing to eliminate him when hope had filled his head. "I can't believe you can find it! it looks like you are not ordinary soldiers!" "Who ... who are you? are you the Demon Lord Diavolos?" "Maybe!" "Wha ... what?" A black sword emerged from the bowels of the earth and immediately entered Aiden's grip. A shining sword, he swung several times to frighten his prey, who was trembling in fear with a very pale face.

Zephyr cried, he had not expected his opponent to be so decisive and fast. “Devil’s Saber!’ the man cried, sending forth ghastly apparitions to kill Zephyr, each armed with their own sword. Zephyr released his Might to defend himself, and took the guardian’s attack head on.

Its limbs clawed against the broken ground as it fought to right itself, massive muscles bunching beneath plated hide as it dragged its weight back under control, its head swinging toward him with a guttural, enraged sound that vibrated through the air. Apollo did not give it the time. His hand went to his side. The blade came free. Long. Heavy. Built for something larger than men. The moment it cleared the sheath, Devilfire answered. Crimson flame ignited along its length in a smooth, controlled surge, not erupting outward but clinging to the metal in dense, seething layers that deepened its edge into something more than steel, something that burned before it ever struck. The weapon looked

The actor playing the centipede monster was no longer moving. “Who are you?” Graham and the crew turned back around, staring at the green-haired man with frightened eyes. The man chuckled and flipped his palm over to reveal a jade-green dagger, a tool that looked like it came out of a game. Blood was still dripping from the blade. He spoke in a peculiar accent, “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emerald Devil, placed number fourteen in the world’s assassin’s ranking.” After that, Emerald Devil directed an infatuated gaze to Snow, speaking in a tone laced with excitement and longing, “Who knew that the little bunny with a bounty of eighteen billion dollars on the dark web was so pretty

"But I realized that I will never be as perfect as you told me to be. I tried, but it failed, tried so hard to impress you but it made me bleed, tried so hard so hard and I almost died." "You." I asserted, pressing the sharp ends of the knife deeper into his flesh. "You proved to the world that you are the devil. Simeon Lebedev inferred to be the most brutal, cold-blooded, abhorred, selfless man in the mafia world. Congratufuckinglations." I snarled "You've earned the tittle but at what cost. Nothing since you have no fucking heart." I step back and toss the knife across the room. Simeon's chest heaves up and down before he searched my eyes.

His hidden mockery cut her heart with a blunt knife; she pushed back her tears by blinking her eyes repeatedly. “Who are you? How do you know me?” “Wrong question!” He waved his finger and stalked towards her. “What can you do to tear Alpha Eric’s world?” She got alerted at her worst enemy’s name, her shoulders got tensed at his uncanny question. “I could strike a deal with devil if needed.” Sophia growled furiously; her eyes ablaze with her inner fire. “Hello, Sophia. I am the devil.” He stretched his arm for a handshake, his firm grip livened her hope.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

Ancient. Silver and obsidian, etched with the runes of binding, of endings. It was stained in dried blood. But not hers. It had been untouched. Whatever Emilia had done… she hadn’t used the blade. She hadn’t needed to. She had done it with her bare hands. Dante stared at the weapon for a long time. Everything else fell away—the screams outside, the sound of wolves howling, the burning roof beginning to collapse in the distance. He could still feel their bond… barely.