Devil Swords Novels & Stories

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"

“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

Tidus and I got up from where we were sitting and walked towards the exit. "When we return, we want Laila and Lidya to be conscious and in this room, alive, healthy, and smiling!" I threaten Devanna. Devanna nodded quickly and clasped her hands together like she was pleading. is it that terrible? The condition of my father? “You have to kill Balthier, Blaze. Even though he is your brother ... he will continue to be a parasite and a virus for the life of you and your father. I… I saw him do something really outrageous!” Devanna spoke in a trembling voice and tears welled up in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" "I just mean, you're a formidable businesswoman. I imagine there's quite a lot occupying your mind," he replied. A soft chuckle escaped me. His sense of humor, both humble and perceptive, intrigued me. "So, you're a lover of art?" I asked, turning back to the mesmerizing painting before us. "I'm obsessed," he stated simply. A faint, knowing smile played on my lips. "What's your favorite artwork?." "Devil in a Silhouette by Stéi Fontaine," he said without hesitation.

I said. He chuckled lightly at first, but then it developed into a full blown laughter. I waited patiently for him to get all of the laughter off his chest, because very soon, nothing would be funny. He was still laughing when the last light of the day disappeared into the darkness of the night. “Oh Diavolo. Ever so arrogant. No one wins forever, don't you know? Not even the devil,” he said after his laughter had subsided. “Not everyone is me,” I replied, and then turned around. “Good night Damien Draco.”

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.

"In time, dear Indra, in time. You’ll see, I'm not like everyone else. Once I'm done with you, you'll do whatever I want." Indra smiles. "Do you really think you can beat me? You already know I'm the devil's daughter, don't you?" "Without a doubt. I know your weaknesses better than you do." "I don't have any weaknesses." The man laughs. "That's exactly what I expected you to say. But we all have our Achilles heel. You are no exception." Indra can swear she hears the man licking his lips. "Just dare to treat me like a little girl," she replies, trying to get up, but the chain is too short and pulls at her grazed wrist’s making them sting painfully.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

When the time came, if he asked some of them to leave, they would not go. Severin waved his hand, summoning a treasure sword into his grip. "Dragon Devil Slash!" Lennon quickly unsheathed his own sword, infused it with his spiritual energy, and struck back. However, his spiritual energy was noticeably different; it was black and incredibly violent. Seeing this, Qin Zixuan warned Severin, "He cultivates demonic arts. That's demonic energy. Don't underestimate him." Roar! After the opponent's strike, a gigantic demonic dragon materialized before them, roaring ferociously. Its immense aura dispersed the surrounding mist in all directions.

His eyes widen as he stares at me. “Erm.” I laugh seeing him silenced. “Please?” Hell, I am part of them. I’m a Devil, so I need to overcome this shit. Maybe people learning how I helped carve him up will stop others from coming for me? Maybe they will stop thinking I am weak and a target. Who knows, maybe it won’t. “Sure thing, little birdie. Pick your weapon.” I skip across the room and choose a dagger. “Now, pick what to cut off, or carve.” Demitri’s words are whispered in my ear.