Devil Weapons Mga Nobela at Kwento

‘Let’s get this over with,’ He said. I held my left palm up. On my wrist where a symbol had been inked. I placed my other hand over it and a soft glow appeared in it and it materialized into a special weapon. The devil's blade. It belonged to the Nightshade bloodline and was a gift from Daemon. Zayden's eyes shimmered as he caught sight of the blade. “Interesting. This would be fun,” His eyes gleamed a malevolent red, his demon seething just beneath the surface.

It is war condensed into seconds. A massive wolf lunges at me. But I tear through his shoulder without slowing. And another attacks from behind; Rex intercepts mid-air, crushing the bone of the damn wolf enemy with brutal precision. But I don’t stop moving. Instead, every instinct pulls me deeper towards Kaelen. Toward the strongest scent in the vicinity. Then—I feel it. A familiar presence and my steps slow down. Because standing ahead, illuminated by burning torches… is Devon. He stands in his human form with an armor strapped across his chest. Blood already staining his hands.

Halsey watched as Dwight stepped forward, yanking the Stormborn Devil away with a powerful motion. The Stormborn Devil quickly regained his composure and snarled, his face twisting in rage. "You brat! How dare you ruin my fun!" With that, the Stormborn Devil swung a punch at Dwight. Dwight, agile and quick, effortlessly dodged the blow and retaliated with a punch to the Stormborn Devil's stomach. With a loud bang, the Stormborn Devil crashed into the side of the car, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Vikron moved instantly, placing himself in front of me as Devon stepped forward to Rosalind’s side. Her nails curled under his chin. “Well done, son.” “Well done?” Sena snarled, energy building dangerously. “Now, let’s have that blood and do exactly what we came here for.” Another silver bullet shot through the air, piercing a pack soldier several feet away, spinning him sideways before he crashed into the dirt. Vikron reached for me—but Sena wasn’t done. She snapped her head toward Devon, who was pulling himself away from Rosalind, eyes wild, fangs bared, fury twisting him into something unrecognizable.

"Wh—what?" Slowly, agonizingly, Devon rolled onto his side. He spat out a mouthful of visceral red fluid onto the grating. He reached under his bespoke suit jacket and unclasped a shattered ceramic trauma plate, tossing it aside with a heavily suppressed grimace. The blood on the floor wasn't his—it was the ruptured hydrostatic gel packs laced into the lining of his clothes. "I told you," Devon rasped, his voice raw but infused with his trademark condescension, "that the new subsonic rounds hurt like a bitch even through Level IV armor."

Valerian's POV I am known to be ruthless. I am known to be a devil. Both by humans and vampires. I am often labeled as cold. As stern. As hard. I've lived hundreds of years in this lifetime and I already came to terms with that, that even I, myself believed that I am. I had to.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SIX VENDETTA he cup my ass in his hand and fumbled with it before it struck me. I'm only here to dance and get information not to be submissive to the bastard. "I'm sorry but the rules here says no touching"I shove his hand off but it came back to the right spot and he smirk. "Did you hear me"I push his hands off me.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

replied Devon. Ten shrugged. “Listen, none of us were any different from you when we came here. The fact is… as fucked up as all this shit is… it’s a helluva lot better than what any of us had going on in our old lives. I mean this is some real James Bond shit.” She had a point, thought Devon grudgingly. Releasing her arms, she held out her hand, palm up. “Okay, Q, give me my weapon.” Ten placed a Smith and Wesson .38 special in her hand.

Zachariah and Michael sat in a white van, watching all the doors: Blue Dragon Ink, Satan’s Bar, The Garage. There was a constant stream of huge guys going in and out, all wearing black leather cuts. The logo on their backs read ‘The Road Devils’, and so it was pretty obvious that the Guardians were in the right place.