Devil Vortex Saws Novels & Stories

His face was the color of wet ash. "Neoma, we cannot engage a Class X Siege Unit with biological restraint. It will disintegrate our cells." "They are Void-Born, Wolfy! They are me!" The Devourer took a step. The ground didn't just vibrate; it heaved. The sound was a deep, rhythmic thud that traveled through the bedrock and into my femur. The machine moved with a smooth, predatory stalk that bypassed mechanical limits. It raised its arm. The hydraulic claw began to spin, creating a high-pitched, metallic shriek that made my eardrums throb.

“You used me....” “And you’ll keep being useful,” he cut in, his voice like ice. “Dante won’t stop until he has you back. Which means he’ll come crawling right where I want him. And when he does....” He smiled like a man who already held the world. “He’ll die for you.” I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All I could see was Dante’s face, bloodied, furious, watching me get dragged away. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure who terrified me more—Dante Morreti… or Ethan Crawford.

I looked around for something or someone, then raised my gaze to the sky, clear, showing the stars and the huge full moon, illuminating me. I lowered my gaze to continue struggling with the key and my car, but then, I felt something pass over my head. I let out a muffled scream and looked in all directions. Could it have been a bat? But it would have to be huge, right? Because whatever flew over me didn't feel small. Maybe it's just an owl. A big one. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. After that, the key worked. I entered my car as fast as I could and drove away from there.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Only one way to be sure. Warren had found old articles dating back a hundred years or so. There were few that said that you could kill a vampire by driving a stake through their heart. A stake made from the wood of an old, rare tree. He had done some research and came up with three possibilities, a tree called St. Helena Gumwood, and a tree called Dragon Blood Tree, and the last called Agarwood. They had a plan to get pieces of wood from all three trees. Unfortunately, they were all rare trees, so getting pieces from them was going to be difficult. Warren said that he had a way to get them, so he had left to go get what they needed.

The car door opened and who emerged from the driver’s seat? The Devil. Of course, he would own that car! I moved closer to get a better view, wanting to check out every single inch of that sexy beast. But Michael wrapped his arm around my waist and tried to lead me to the mansion. Annoyed, I removed his arm and rushed over to get a closer look at the car. I was stunned as I circled the car, taking in every detail from the unique front fascia to the rear fascia with its six exhaust pipes. The details were insane!

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

The roar of the Southern Council’s "Reaper" drones drowned out the wind. High-intensity floodlights cut through the shattered windows of the manor, turning the dusty foyer into a strobe-lit nightmare. "They’re using thermal dampeners," Victor shouted over the noise, pulling a compact, high-frequency pulse-emitter from his belt. "They aren't here to negotiate, Draven. They’re here to harvest."

"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.