Devil Vortex Saws Novels & Stories

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

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.

“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.

what would I see, underneath? What did that loose-fitting mask hide? I wanted to look away from that horrible, sagging face and burning yellow eyes, but I couldn’t. I saw, in fleeting glimpses that curdled my guts, things writhing around the edge of the clearing. Things neither human nor animal, neither one thing nor another. Things made of twisted, polluted flesh. They were making those horrible sounds as they twisted and snapped and mounted each other, all to the tune of their own squeals. Whatever they were or had been, they snapped and thrusted into each other in hysteric mania. All this I only glimpsed, because as horrible as it was to gaze upon the man in yellow, it was preferable to t

The dark, thick strings danced wildly, slowly compressing together, forming into a long, demonic scythe. Arth widened his eyes, amazed. He never expected Janshai to be a reaper. Janshai grabbed the scythe and then gave it a quick spin before he made his stance. The three devilions lunged at Janshai altogether. They all leaped into the air, forcing their claws out to slaughter him. But then, Janshai extended his long scythe and then swung it in a circular motion, spinning at an incredible speed. Arth’s lips parted as he saw how the scythe instantly sliced the beasts on air, before they could even reach Janshai. One blink it only took, then dark-orange blood started raining over Janshai as the

He picked up the glass and took the long hallway past the hall then took the elevator down to the library. The torture room was soundproof and situated in the library. He entered a code on the wall and the shelves separated while he strolled in. "Did she talk yet?" He asked. "No boss." Zach answered. Al-amin took from the tools laid out on the table. Maria's eyes followed it. The scalpel, hammer, knifes ranging from pocket knife to daggers, syringe, scissors, pliers, ropes, and other tools she didn't recognize. Her heart skipped some beats.

Derkley stopped his attack because of that feeling, and then he quickly dodged. A swooshing sound could be heard. Wilbur compressed the Way of Thunder to the extreme, so it shot out from his finger in a ray. Derkley reacted by dodging, but one of his tentacles was still hit. The tentacle was sliced clean off, splattering the area with slimy blood.

, she thought to Davide, "and your ass is mine" The saw screamed as the blade ate through metal. It was sharp, and the cut went quickly. The technician hit hole number two, turned the corner, and went for three. She bit her lip. Would Davide notice? And what would happen if he did? There was no way to tell. The blade entered hole number three and turned toward four. That was when the saw nicked the protective mesh that protected the cyborg's brain, an alarm went off, and Davide took notice. He fired-on a missile battery and spoke through internal speakers at the same time.

Even though there were many Transformation powerhouses here, they could only stare at the Devil’s Eye helplessly. This time, the vegetation within a radius of a hundred kilometers of the Devil’s Eye had all withered, as if their essence had been sucked away by an unknown force. Hence, this matter was far more complicated than a simple eruption. The Devil’s Eye made a loud noise at this point, as if a nuclear bomb had exploded inside it. A loud boom sounded, and a large stream of lava rushed into the sky and merged into the shape of a fire dragon. It let out a deafening roar as it flew in Druce’s direction.

please". His strong push made her fell to the outside. She didn't felt to ran from there and didn't understood what he was told earlier and why she was standing there without escaping. Also she tried to peep through the partial opened door of there. The sight which she saw inside make her unbelievable and frightening. She saw him crawling on the floor with pain by moaning. She thought it was a show off and looked more from door. But she suddenly noticed his tongue lengthening and coming outside. He panted like a dog for sometime. After that feral, monstrous, wolf-like face come out from his mouth slowly by making her wonder and scary. Along with this, his back vertebral side skin broke and w