Devil Vortex Saws Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ezra shouted. "Beast? Well it's a Lycan." Devina said licking her lips . Ezra angrily picked the knife on the table. "Voodoo Street." Devina said. He paused and dropped the knife. "Thank you stars." Ezra said and left the basement hurriedly. Devina stared at the knife and her eyes began to show varieties of colour. The knife rose up slowly navigating toward her. The iron chair she sat shocked out and she screamed out. the knife fell back to the ground.

My crazy vixen ~7 years ago ~ { Vivienne's POV } "Get your fucking hands off me" I screamed They ignored me, dragging me further down the corridor before shoving me into a room Everything was white. I hated it. I hated the silence, the voices would always shout. It was so annoying. "I didn't even do anything wrong That guy couldn't have tried to force himself on me. Then I wouldn't have had to cut his face off" I shouted after them.

The vortex was an illusion made from internal energy. The Holly Ruin Divine Method was Jackie’s final ultimate technique. She would not use it unless completely forced to as it used up too much internal energy. She would need up to a month to recuperate after executing the method once. However, Jackie did not care about this anymore on that day to kill Darryl! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Hundreds of black vortexes appeared in the blink of an eye! The initially bright sky instantly turned dark as the black vortexes formed a terrifying tornado and instantly flew toward Darryl!

My eyes watered clouding my vision. 'Ms.Anderson' 'Ms.Anderson' I'm here Cooper. Help me. I can't breathe. My hands seemed to shook lot. My lungs is crushing. Stop it. Stop this. Stop hurting. Please. It hurts like a hell. Someone help. Someone is strangling me. My throat...ah! It hurts...please leave me. leave me....someone...anyone there...I inhaled air but my throat is breaking...thousand of worms leeching my skin.. I scraped my skin to stop the leeches...it hurts...stop strangling me...

Devi increased the speed of her tail which forced Zoravec to lean against the chair with his arched back. [Argh….hum…mmmf…oh my goodness~] - Zoravec Devi could hear his irregular heavy breathing as the woman licked her lower lip. She closed her eyes and savoured the energy which was being radiated by Zoravec's body. After all, she was a demoness who fed on lust!

In the blink of an eye, all the Extraterritorial Devils within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles were torn into pieces by the sword Qi. True spirits, which glowed with light, covered the void like ghost fire. Caspian held the Devil Slayer Spear and thrust it forward. Whoosh! The cyan flame suddenly turned into a terrifying vortex. The Extraterritorial Devil's True Spirits were all sucked into the vortex, as if they were ghosts crying. The more Genuine Spirits the vortex absorbed, the bigger it became. Millions, tens of millions, and hundreds of millions of Extraterritorial Demons True Spirits were all absorbed by Caspian.

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.

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

"If I couldn't have him, then you shouldn't either!" With a manic shriek, she slammed her palm onto a red ignition button on the desk beside her. A mechanical hum, high-pitched and grinding, filled the room. I watched in absolute horror as the thick silver rods embedded in Devon’s sides began to churn, driving deeper into his organs with a slow, agonising precision. "NO! STOP IT!" I screamed. The sound that came from Devon was gut-wrenching—a muffled, vibrating roar of pure agony that shook the metal slab. His muscles corded, his veins popping against his skin as the silver poisoned his very core.

"Stay with Mommy, Leo. Don't let go of her for anything. I’ll be back before the lanterns dim." "Be the stone, Daddy?" Leo asked, his voice trembling. "Be the stone," Ethan promised. The Devil’s Sinkhole Ethan descended the rusted iron ladder into the pit. The sound was deafening—a relentless, booming roar of mountain water crashing over the turbine’s blades. The temperature dropped twenty degrees, and the air became a thick mist of oil and ice. As he reached the bottom, he saw the problem. A massive cluster of river debris and iron-rot had wedged itself into the primary drive gear. The turbine was groaning, the metal screaming under the strain. If the gear snapped, the kinetic veil protecti