Devil Swords Novels & Stories

He replied. “Where is David? Didn't he go to work on the other side?” “Your shift has ended, it’s my turn to work.” “You haven’t answered my…” “Enough with the question.” His voice became shady. Charles grunted and went away while a Spike still in disguise, positioned himself behind the bar. He attended to a few customers. He laid flat on the floor, ignoring the customers who were yelling for a bartender to attend to them. The semi-automatic Beretta 92FS was already set to do its job. He raised the gun to be leveled with his head, then cocked the gun and fired.

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

"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.

Those green orbs held anger and disgust in them. She was acting like she was robbed of her chastity in front of the whole crowd. "I see..." He whispered under his breath. Nothing made her react but his slightest touch. He felt sudden excitement...after all, he loved pain and loved to see people in pain. Since nothing made her answer...his touch will. As if he forgot...if he was the 'Devil on earth', 'The dark blade of Linya', 'The leader of the shadow army' then she was the master of those disciples who was blooming within her guidelines and will attain the world in the future.

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.

A manly figure slides inside and slowly shut the door behind his back. He took predatory steps towards my frame. My body trembled under each approaching steps. He came closer and crouched down at my level blocking the sunlight. I peered at him. His face is stoic and void of any emotion. Yet I get the glimpse of the devil incarnate within him. He studied my face with a hard gaze as his thumb traced my bottom lip. The touch of his hand made my head flinch back. My eyes caught his hardened expression and a shiver passed through my spine. My breathing escalated with fear and trepidation.

Chu Xun directed the question to Diao Xingyi and Ge Zhan. "That's not all. They say the Devil is a name wrought of the blood and bones of his foes. Every time he vanishes, he reappears again out of nowhere, laying waste and destruction to powerful orders, prominent houses and heads litter the ground and blood flow like rivers in his wake," revealed Diao Xingyi. "He even has other names. They even call him the Deceiver, and the Ruthless," added Ge Zhan. Chu Xun's mouth never stopped twitching and so did his eyelids, again, and again, and again as if he was suffering a seizure.

Partheos howled as the limb exploded. “So you’re the one…” Partheos snarled. “The Smiter… a boy?” Scott gritted his teeth. “Yeah—and I’m the one who’s sending your ugly ass back to Hell!” Partheos launched again in a tidal wave of sand. Scott raised the sword, forming a shield of holy flame. The demon’s blast hit it—and turned to glass on impact. A beam of white light surged outward, consuming Partheos. He froze mid-roar, transformed into a glass statue.

No one can save you from my attack, so just remain and die on your own Island. Before he could count five, I was with him. I tried to tap at his back, but he was fast to dodge my attack and landed at the shore. He raised his hand and released his devil's sword. And we clashed one more time with our swords. His devil sword was crying making noise. It was seeking for my blood.

This revelation was shocking, and Adrian also noticed the surrounding spatial forces subtly suppressing his own soul power, adding a layer of unease. As their soul attacks surged, Adrian’s own soul energy pulsed to life, unwilling to be outdone. A chilling aura spread as he summoned the Soul Devouring Sword. The weapon’s dark energy flared, trapping the men's soul projections and forcing them to recoil in horror. "What… It’s a cursed weapon!" one of the men gasped, visibly shaken. The Soul Devouring Sword's sinister aura formed a binding barrier around them, rendering them powerless against Adrian’s soul energy.