Devil Sword Novels & Stories

Asura was very upset when he saw Ketu laughing behind the two demon puppets he summoned. The bald-headed demon immediately chased after Dewi Sari Kencana. He swung his large, spiked mace at her. He swung the mace repeatedly, but Dewi Sari Kencana was able to dodge it easily. After that, Dewi Sari Kencana immediately used her ice lotus sword. "Ice sword technique!" Dewi Sari Kencana moved her body like a dancer. She dodged the Bald Devil's attacks and simultaneously attacked him by slashing his body repeatedly. Every slash of the ice lotus sword that hit the demon's body was frozen to the internal organs.

"You-You need to run! That's a Devil , Nat- the Devil." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Demon eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

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,

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.