Devil Within Digital Daggers Novels & Stories

She grabbed his heavy, lifeless torso by the collar and hurled him violently backward into the smoke, using his corpse as a battering ram against the three other rogues attempting to squeeze through the shattered iron frame. "Move, you fools! Kill the Alpha!" a voice shrieked from the back. It was a renegade vampire, his skin gray and decaying from drinking the tainted blood of feral wolves, his fingers wielding a pair of high-tech, silver-coated daggers provided by Lord Gorgon's stolen black-market shipments. The two remaining rogue wolves scrambled over their dead comrade, their jaws snapping viciously.

Devon pushed off his right heel, launching his body upward directly in front of the secondary witch before she could even shift her focus. With a seamless, practiced twist of his wrist, Devon drove the dark steel blade straight through the hag's throat. Shrik. The secondary witch’s chant cut off into a rattling gasp. Devon spun on his heel, using the momentum of his rotation to pull the blade free and execute a clean horizontal slash. The silver wolf-head pommel of the dagger flashed in the dark as the blade completely decapitated her. Her hooded head tumbled into the black mud, and her body dissolved into a heap of coarse, gray ash before it even hit the stone floors.

"Your black metal spear is a negative energy beam. To destroy it, positive energy is required. Aji Sangkala's spirit gave me holy fire energy and allowed me to use holy fire. Simple enough, but the technique you use is very troublesome, isn't it, Asura? Arya Santanu looked back. Asura came out of hiding. Ten black metal spears had been pulled out of his body. Beside him was the spirit of Aji Sangkala who walked hand in hand with the red demon. "It's a good thing my handsome face survived. Otherwise, I would have haunted your sleep!" Asura was so annoyed that he pointed at Hirayasura. "Be patient, friend. We'll burn that adorable doll and find its owner." Aji Sangkala's spirit joined in the m

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

“Hey Kitty, what’s going on that got everyone going crazy?” “You didn’t hear? The owner Legion Baphomet is going to be here tonight with his close friend Leviathan Demogorgon the CEO of Demogorgon Corporation. Dani needs to pick two girls that will be working in the club to take care of them both, and of course he’ll pick me to be one to take care of them.” “What makes you think he’ll chose you over me?” “Well Duchess, I am one of Dani’s favorite girl here and of course Cherry as well.”

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

He beams evilly, his fingers wrapped around my neck, "You can't run away from Papa. You know that better than anyone, don't you?" "P-please s-stop!" I choke on a sob as his hold only got fiercer, "you are h-hurting me." "Shut up!" He growls, slamming my head against the wall. "P-please, Papa." I whimper in agony, while his talons dig deeper into the skin of my neck. "I begged you that day, didn't I?" He releases a dark chuckle, and I gasp in fright when a single drop of sun's rays falls on his eyes. The eyes are like a black hole of never-ending doom; so sinister I fear them more than the owner.

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.