Devil Within Digital Daggers Novels & Stories

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

I gasp because never in my wildest dreams did I imagine ever seeing this dagger in real life. I've read the stories in the history books and seen the drawings. But it's not the same as seeing it up close. Soul Destroyer is a dagger belonging to the Moon Goddess. It was given to Saven, the Witch Goddess, to aid in her quest to destroy a warlock named Vant, who plotted to overthrow Saven, destroy witches, and bring back his lost mate.

Dylan got to the mansion and immediately alighted the Urus. He walked gently into into building, exuding the aura of a domineering personality. He walked steadily, his rage brewing as he headed for his destination, Hades. Hades was the torture room where the 7 Daggers cartel dished out gruesome punishments to defaulters. Any member of a rival mafia or anybody at all who disrespected or posed a threat to the Pope or the Daggers were captured and brought to Hades.

Agatha’s hands dropped leaving the dagger into Uziah hand as she turns around to look at her daughter who had her heart on her hand before falling on the ground and her body degrade to ashes and disappearing. Reilla quickly ran to Uziah who as sitting on the ground leaning on the wall with his hand pinned on his chest with the divine dagger. The hex on him was gone when Agatha died but the dagger was in him and draining his powers with each passing time. Uziah could not touch it as it burn him if he do so but lucky the dagger didn’t reach his heart or he would be dead. Devine dagger was forge by the ancient witches to kill demon, this was a mortal enemy to the demons. Still it was fatal as b

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Crying wouldn’t ease her pain or reduce her punishment—instead add to Olivia’s annoyance, which would lead to more time spent on her knees, arms stretched above her head, facing the wall, until anyone needed her for another chore. She clasped her hands together, rubbing her palms nervously. “I’m... sorry…” she pleaded, her voice cracking. She wasn’t sure what she was begging for—mercy, perhaps, or for Olivia to stop taunting her about her parents’ death. Olivia chuckled softly, her eyes broadening as she kicked Julia’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t be begging me. Beg yourself, you demon. You're an unfortunate child, cursed by your own doing… You killed your parents. I know I’m your next target, b

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Elian pressed closer, spectral hands reaching uselessly, horror rooting him as the chamber dissolved into chaos—clashing steel, demonic roars, the infant's wail cutting through like a knife. It dawned on Damitri then, in that frozen instant, the witch's warnings he'd ignored: the entity he'd summoned wasn't ally or benefactor, but the Devil of the Abyss, binder of souls, weaver of curses that tainted bloodlines forever. The power he'd stolen now poisoned his legacy, birthing a thirst in his sons that the full moon would eternally ignite—a blood hunger that chained the wolf to infernal chains.

"You're to push this dagger into my heart and then pull out the one on my original body's heart." "So if I don't, I'd be leaving your soul trapped in this body. Sounds like a good way to get rid of you." The woman smiled evilly. However, Dagon wasn't worried. Instead, he walked towards her. "On the count of three, two, one..." Rebecca drove the dagger into his chest almost immediately. The man wasted no time in shutting his eyes. As soon as he dropped to the ground, she walked towards his witch body and pulled out the dagger.

The "Digital Scalpel" was not a weapon of blood, but a "Sovereign Filter." As it hovered over Kaelen’s forehead, the white-glass cage began to hum with a frequency that sought to "Prune" the boy’s "Biological Narrative." In the Deep Web, the Merchant-Beast didn't want the child to die; it wanted the "Genesis" to be a "Pure Frequency," stripped of the "Dirty Data" of its parents' love and sacrifice.