Devil Swords Novels & Stories

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.

“You talk a lot.” “You’re so mean.” I pouted before a genius idea popped into my mind. “You know what? We should be best friends because you’re marrying my best friend. We should all be best friends together!” I couldn't contain my excitement and hugged him tightly with a big smile on my face. “Althaia.” The familiar voice of the Devil spoke, making me turn around to look at him. “Oh, look who came over, Tank Man. It’s il Diavolo.” I giggled.

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.

It’s gradually healing. It’s not going to be fast because basically aura sword rips and burns anyone’s soul that is scratched by it. That’s why Altarria is sweating a lot. The heat is unbelievably painful unless you’re a demon. Altarria slumps and sits on the ground. She looks downwards as she tries to catch her breath. Suddenly, she could feel a presence near her. “Who is it?” She asks. “It’s me.” He answers. Altarria smiles. She lifts her head and gazes at him.

The growl evolved and fluctuated in so much rage. He is faster than I imagine and getting closer sooner than I expected. I pull my sword out of thin air. The sword that's been forged by the man who is famously known as the "Devil's hand". Every soldier and warrior dreams of possessing a weapon that is been forged by him. It is said to be indestructible and the only weapon that can kill a supernatural being. You may be wondering how I possessed a such treasure, well, he used to summon me and wished to be the best blacksmith in the world, so I gave the Devil's hand and in return, instead of taking his soul, I ask him to make me the best sword that can kill all types of supernatural being inclu

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Its limbs clawed against the broken ground as it fought to right itself, massive muscles bunching beneath plated hide as it dragged its weight back under control, its head swinging toward him with a guttural, enraged sound that vibrated through the air. Apollo did not give it the time. His hand went to his side. The blade came free. Long. Heavy. Built for something larger than men. The moment it cleared the sheath, Devilfire answered. Crimson flame ignited along its length in a smooth, controlled surge, not erupting outward but clinging to the metal in dense, seething layers that deepened its edge into something more than steel, something that burned before it ever struck. The weapon looked

He spat close to my feet again and yelled, this time I know I have pissed him up and the next thing is for him to bring out any of his hidden weapons. I could hear the crowd cheering me, calling 'the Devil' even when I have told the countless times to call me just Devin. As I had expected, he brought out a very small dagger from his waistband, it was very small that I think I might be the only one seeing it. Since I prefer to fight shirt less, his eyes were roaming over my body staring at the previous scars I have gotten from fighting. Widely like a wounded lion, he began to move his hand around my lower abdomen. I kept dodging, I would not want to get a new scar much more staying longer her

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

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.