Devil Sword Novels & Stories

He winked at her. "There's the guy I'd hoped I would never see again, attached to a face I have grown to despise." Hilda cracked her knuckles and squared her shoulders. "Always quite the loyal dog, don't you ever get tired of acting all brutal and fierce?" He cackled and the viper on his shoulders slithered around him. It is a brown animal with patches of yellow and green. "Always quite the devil, don't you ever get tired of causing mayhem and seeking vengeance for a lost cause?" Hilda brushed her palms together and smiled.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

The vampires were trying to summon a powerful demon known as the Devil. Blake knew that he had to do something to stop them. He couldn't let them summon the Devil, no matter what the cost. So he launched himself at the vampires, his silver sword gleaming in the moonlight. The vampires were caught off guard by Blake's sudden attack, and he was able to take them out quickly. But as he turned to leave, he felt a presence behind him. He whirled around, his sword at the ready, but he was too late. The Devil was standing before him, a wicked smile on his face.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

She swallowed hard, her grip tightening. With silent, careful movements, she raised it toward his neck. One deep slit. That’s all it would take. Her hands shook violently. She hesitated, her mind battling between vengeance and fear. But before the blade could press against his skin— “Tsk.” Hema froze. Zayden’s eyes fluttered open, dark and unreadable. A slow, knowing smirk curled on his lips. “You’re doing it wrong, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep yet dangerously amused.

She snapped her head toward Devon, who was pulling himself away from Rosalind, eyes wild, fangs bared, fury twisting him into something unrecognizable. He wasn’t Devon. Not anymore. A snarl tore from my throat; Sena’s throat, as we stalked toward him. Devon lunged. But another shape collided with him midair. Sigewuf. Bloodied. Barely standing. But still fighting. He tackled Devon sideways, teeth snapping, claws ripping into flesh in a frenzy of desperation. Devon roared and hurled him into the broken wall with brutal force. Stone cracked. Bones cracked louder. “Sigewuf!” I screamed through Sena’s mind.

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an

For what felt like a skyrocket, a figure shot upward to the sky and stood just a few inches from where Zeus was and was also floating on air. Darkness blazed everywhere, and it became so hideous that made Lucas and Draco fall to their knees but as expected Zeus was the only one left standing. The devil had emerged, and he was just like the replica of Lucas. Same features, but only that the Devil's hair was darker and he had a crest on his forehead. “Hello son.” Luci the devil spoke while facing his back at Lucas. Lucas, who was on his knees, finally felt a little strength surging around him, and he quickly got up.

The chamber erupted into a maelstrom of shadows and steel as Damitri charged, his greatsword arcing through the fetid air like a comet's tail. The blade hummed with stolen power, aimed straight for the devil's heart—or whatever blackened core pulsed beneath that obsidian hide. But the devil moved with liquid grace, a blur of leathery wings and curling horns, sidestepping the strike as if swatting a gnat. The sword bit deep into the throne instead, splintering ancient wood with a resonant crack that echoed like fracturing bones. Splinters flew, one grazing Damitri's cheek, drawing a thin line of blood that sizzled on contact with the air.