Devil Weapons Novels & Stories

She aggressively tried to completely silence him permanently. Now, he was actively coming to completely, violently tear her pristine, highly expensive world entirely apart. The broken, muzzled footstool was permanently dead. The true, absolute Devil of Dalal Street had officially, violently returned, completely forged entirely in blood and highly toxic ashes. And he was actively bringing absolute, inescapable hell completely with him.

"I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..." "He doesn’t – but there are more devils than Lucifer. I'm the daughter of Julien, his firstborn son. Lucifer is my grandfather." Melia relaxes and soars back over to Indra. She points to her necklace. "If you want my help, Indra, the devil's daughter, you must give me the Havor ring hanging around your neck." Indra shakes her head and places a protective hand against the neck ring. "It's a gift from Odin. I have given him a promise to never take it off."

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

He pondered for a while and said, “There is a family that works with my clan, and they use Preitium from the deep sea to create Preitium Armor. Even at the highest temperature, this Preitium would not melt. Is it tough enough to withstand the hellish lava?” Blind Ivan nodded and said, “Maybe, but the odds should be fifty percent. If Young Master Vlad puts on the Preitium Armor and enters the Devil’s Eye, it would be great if he could block the invasion of the hellish lava. What if that armor can’t stop it? Wouldn’t it kill the young master in the Devil’s Eye?” Carwyn’s expression became more solemn. He said, “Your tone suggests that there is no other way to get around it?”

Then a whole barrage of them, shattering windows, tearing through walls, sending glass and plaster flying everywhere. "Get down!" Bernard shouted. "Take the girl back!" Vito yelled at the guard, who immediately turned and ran back through the door, slamming it shut behind him. Vito grabbed a gun from one of Gianna's guards and moved quickly to the window, staying low. He peeked out just enough to see what they were dealing with. Three black cars. Maybe four. Men hanging out the windows with automatic weapons, spraying bullets like they had an endless supply. "Fuck," Vito muttered.

Ryan praised as they bursted out laughing. Warren spoke next, “Come on, bro…Or were you fucking a hole in there?” I exhaled sharply, my ears itched to hear his response. “Dickheads.” Leonardo cursed. Their footsteps retreated. “Just tell us, huh…it's been a while the devil fucked a hole.” Ryan pressed. My heart melted with joy, hearing that statement. But it didn't last for long. “Good. Now let’s get him two girls for the night.” Ryan breathed.

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

If anyone ever tries to double cross me they better make sure I never find out or they will fucking regret it. "Here's the thing about liars." I trail off slowly. "They fucking piss me off and when I am pissed off." I pulled out my gun that was sitting in the back of my pants, turning the safety off. I point the weapon at his dick. "This happens." I say before firing. The gunshot echoing as Angelo's scream rumble within the walls. I silence his scream by shoving the gun in his mouth. Tears and sweat stream down his face. "Now being the kind person I am. Let's start over." The stench of iron and gunpowder trails up my nose and into my lungs. Inhaling deeply as a ghost smile creeps onto my li

Edith said as soon as materialized in the Greater Room. "Ah, I was considering to not even come today, but I guess you caught me at a better moment of my days," I retorted. "Still sarcastic as ever, my Lord," Beatrice laughed, "How are things?" "As good as ever. Are you all still planning to attend the Fire Ball?" I asked. "Of course," Valerio said in his usually dark tone. He reminded me of the character Snake from the Daniel Kettle books. He was always dressed in black and his voice was laced with a certain serious detachment that I sometimes admired.