Devil Weapons Novels & Stories

I tried to be like them but hell no I can't , I can never be as powerful as them after all they are the first vampires to heve existed . they both walked out and I exhaled heavily thankful they are gone . "what's now Colin's , we have enough black blood to creat out dream weapon capable of killing an original " Jericho said and I turn to him . " we need to take thing slow from now on Jericho , it seems the devil has finally returns "I spat glaring dagger at the door .. HOPE POINT OF VIEW

The Deathbringers was a pack led by an incredibly powerful leader—Alpha Kane, but everyone called him the Devil Alpha. It was rumoured that his eyes were pitch black during transformation, a color that no Alpha had ever had. Some said he got it by making a deal with the devil while others claimed he was the devil. I agree with the latter. He had to be the devil, believing otherwise would mean that there was something worse than him out there. That in itself, was a more terrifying thought.

Dominic stepped between us without hesitation. Not tactical. Instinctual. “Predictable,” Vale said gently, and fired. Observer One hit Vale’s wrist mid-shot, deflection strike, the bolt scorched ceiling instead of flesh. Observer Two moved then, finally choosing, disarming Vale completely with brutal efficiency. Decision made. Sides chosen. Too late to pretend neutrality now. Vale looked at his empty hand, then at them, and smiled. “Yes,” he said softly. “That’s the fracture I came to measure.”

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them,

If their kind killed out of greed, they die by greed, if you are nice and didn't hurt anyone, so shall the karma keep storing for you until you used it up. But as for her Shiloh, she won't say she hasn't killed, she has but that was to protect her family, loved ones and friends in the hands of bad people. It's different for the Devon's, they are the kind of vampire you won't see anywhere, they have fangs, red eyes, claws and so on, but you can never see them crave for blood, they are a unique kind, their vampire traits only shows when they are very angry or, in any necessary situation. Other than that they can blend in with humans totally.

Tidus and I got up from where we were sitting and walked towards the exit. "When we return, we want Laila and Lidya to be conscious and in this room, alive, healthy, and smiling!" I threaten Devanna. Devanna nodded quickly and clasped her hands together like she was pleading. is it that terrible? The condition of my father? “You have to kill Balthier, Blaze. Even though he is your brother ... he will continue to be a parasite and a virus for the life of you and your father. I… I saw him do something really outrageous!” Devanna spoke in a trembling voice and tears welled up in her eyes.

I don’t see him as a threat to humans, maybe he has his own reasons to lie to me and fake a promise and then killing that man. My mind was still in bewilderment when I realized something, F**K the mirror. I rushed to the dresser and stared at that mirror carefully, I bit my lips nervously, afraid that the devil could be behind it or he could come in front of me at any moment as I raised my hand and then curled my fingers, a bright light shone at the mirror and it moved. I was shocked and my mouth nearly dropped when I saw multiple square bottles neatly placed inside the mirror on a hidden shelf.

"This should hold it, let's go finish that bastard." Shots ring out from Diavolo's cars and we're alert again. Diavolo killed the last of his remaining men. He staggers out from between the cars into the open. His shirt is pulled apart revealing his bulletproof vest glinting in the night with the bullet buried in them.

She ducked, rolling under his strike, then rose in a fluid motion, raising her weapon. Time slowed for a heartbeat. George screamed, “You belong to me!” Ayra’s finger squeezed the trigger. The SMG barked twice, the recoil slamming into her shoulder, and George Wendell went down, his roar ending in a gurgled gasp. --- Silence hit immediately after. The city sounds—sirens in the distance, distant shouts—paled beneath the aftermath. Smoke curled around the wrecked SUVs, the crumpled bodies, and the remnants of fire and rubble.

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.