Devil Sword Novels & Stories

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.”

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them, He glows not for him but to bring peace in their life, to erase the Darkness around them, He became Devil not for Power, not for blood, Hater is killed with Kindness, Darkness is defeated with Light, He's Devil fighting against all other Devil's safeguarding his loved ones taking all the Darkness inside him

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

My feet were bleedinginside my heels, and the diamond necklace was cutting into my collarbone. It felt as if I was trapped inside a nightmare, from which I couldn’t wake up. Luca appeared beside me, two flutes of champagne were in his hand, and offered me one. “No thank you.” I said coldly, barely looking at him. He shrugged and drained both. “Your loss.” He said with disdain in his voice. Motherfucker.

The sword he was holding had also been enhanced by the Sky General's Gold Talisman. He was perfectly matched against Emil's devilish saber. "Who are you? My blade will not kill a nameless devil!" Emil asked coldly as he crossed his arms arrogantly, holding his devilish saber.

asked Deny, looking straight at his cousin. "That person has been my target for a long time. Not a contract marriage. A Regianis is too easy to target in a contractual relationship like that. Smart and martial arts are not as simple and complex as women in general." "Wow. So you are trappedplease don't say you took your own weapon. That's really sad." Deny looked grimaced when he said this. Don't be like that, eat your own weapon. Aish a Gerand Yosefa is not such a weak person that he easily loses to a woman.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

I knew I'd hit a nerve. "If you think you're getting out of this with my sister…" he mocked. "That's a real shame." He stepped back, heading for the door, but not before calling one of the soldiers waiting outside. "Bring the device," he ordered, and the soldier hurried off to obey. I knew what was coming, but I kept my expression hard. The soldier came back, holding a small device. That fucking device. Alessandro took it, examining the thing with disdain, then moved closer to me again.

Diana was still in the white gown that she wore in the tower, but from her face to her body she had turned more towards the demonic side. Terrified, a few soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt. “Who did this…” Diana mumbled gruffly. “Why the hell did you stop your attacks, prince Devon?” Vidar said. “Finish them! End them here! Can’t you see? She is a demoness. The warmonger. The filthy blood that has brought destruction to this world. Kill them both!” Devon looked even more confused from Vidar’s comment, but he didn’t attack. “Fine! I will do this myself!” Vidar snatched the gun from Devon’s hand and incessantly shot at Diana, but Zephyr threw himself in the middle.

he lunges at me, his huge frame quick to block my path, while I do everything in my power to fight him off. "Get the fuck out of my way!" I push so hard at him, all the while trying to make sure the knife doesn't get through him instead of that desperate bitch. This is who I am; a predator who lives in anger, so lost in that unforgivable moment of rage that what makes me remotely human is lost and my hunger won't be quenched until my victim's blood taints my hands. "I didn't fuck her, you crazy woman!" he holds my shoulders, giving me a violent shake to awaken the humane part of me, "I didn't even touch her."