Devil Sword Novels & Stories

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.

He was just fifteen when she got pregnant and she twenty when he had already became a well trained assassin and killed at least up to fifty people since when he was nine. Lydia was an assassin too, even though he never really loved her and used her for sex, he knew she had loved him greatly. Being an assassin is a very huge job and had a lot of sacrifices. You had to show no emotions and feelings towards people; the scariest part he never got used to. Most serial killers never got used to was when you took a pure soul, it felt as if they could see their spirits. They couldn't even sleep without having to take drugs because some of them always haunted them in their sleeps.

Every second stretches like an hour. The air smells of oil and cold metal. Somewhere in the distance, an owl calls. Finally, Luca straightens, holding the device, a small, ugly thing that hums faintly with malice. “It’s done,” he says, breathing hard. “But Adrian… they’re serious. This isn’t a warning. Someone close wants you dead.” I stare at the device, the fury building in my chest. “Then I’ll find them,” I say quietly. “And when I do, I’ll make sure they never touch this house again.”

A burly figure appeared—it seemed like a giant bird that flew and landed in front of them. The man wore a tattered robe. His long gray hair draped over his shoulders—frantic and unruly. He looked like a beggar, but he had a shockingly powerful aura. They were even more surprised when they realized that one of the man's legs was broken. He had to use a long black sword to support himself. That man was Ford South! He was once the great Sword Devil from the Great East Continent! He was also Darryl's master who had taught him the Celestial swordsmanship!

His wings were out, the deep navy of them contrasting with his olive skin and light hair. Devon had stationed himself behind me, far behind, aiming at and taking out many Nephilim before I could even get my hands on them. As soon as one was identified as a threat he was on it. Which is why when I didn’t notice this guy getting shot I turned around quickly to check on him. A Nephilim had Devon in his grip, his big hand around his throat as he dangled there. No, No! I screamed in my head as I bolted toward him, leaving the giant Nephilim behind and no doubt a little confused. As I watched Devon’s feet thrash and kick, his hands desperately trying to pull off the Nephilims hand as his face turn

Turning to the surrounding guards, “ leave us” Without hesitation, they melted into the shadows. As the iron door slammed shut behind them, I stepped into the flickering torchlight and looked into my most wanted enemy’s horror filled eyes. “You are a devil” he spat at me, but I wasn’t angered, instead I slowly stood, going to the nearby tables that held a lot of my shiny sweet little babies, that speaks better than mouth. I picked a sizable sharp dagger, enjoying how cool to touch the touch. “I wish you can be able to talk, spite, and insult me when we are done, Derin Valgrave”

With Jason,who had already reached the peak of martial arts and Little Apple, who was already in Supreme Realm, joining forces to fight against this devil, this battle which determined the future would come to an end. The devil glanced at them and laughed loudly. His blood Qi surged and blood-red clouds gathered in the sky. Instantly a blood-red light covered them two. Jason and Little Apple looked at each other and attacked at the same time. Three figures crossed one another. The blood-red clouds changed and gathered into a figure. The devil seemed to be harder to deal with than before. The Heavenly Sword of Jason fell from the void, passing through the devil’s body but it condensed again,

He seemed to enjoy my bold spirit. “Vile? Is that what you think of me princess?” he asked, his eyes showing a flash of interest as if he actually cared what I thought of him. “Well you are literally the devil. The king of hell and source of all evil in the world. Why should I think differently?” I said glaring at him.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”