Devil Within Digital Daggers Novels & Stories

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

His eyes widen as he stares at me. “Erm.” I laugh seeing him silenced. “Please?” Hell, I am part of them. I’m a Devil, so I need to overcome this shit. Maybe people learning how I helped carve him up will stop others from coming for me? Maybe they will stop thinking I am weak and a target. Who knows, maybe it won’t. “Sure thing, little birdie. Pick your weapon.” I skip across the room and choose a dagger. “Now, pick what to cut off, or carve.” Demitri’s words are whispered in my ear.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

I yelled back- the path to return to my calm and composed state no longer available. I was beyond livid by now and I was not at all sorry for what I did next. I stabbed the tormenting devil’s thigh with my silver dagger ! However, this act of revolt unfortunately backfired as the Dark Overlord simply glared back at me and effortlessly removed the powerful weapon as if it was nothing but a soft feather tickling him. Pulling out my dagger from his speedily healing flesh, he flashed his evil side smile that he used before turning a fully functioning, living body into a corpse.

Turning to the surrounding guards, “ leave us” Without hesitation, they melted into the shadows. As the iron door slammed shut behind them, I stepped into the flickering torchlight and looked into my most wanted enemy’s horror filled eyes. “You are a devil” he spat at me, but I wasn’t angered, instead I slowly stood, going to the nearby tables that held a lot of my shiny sweet little babies, that speaks better than mouth. I picked a sizable sharp dagger, enjoying how cool to touch the touch. “I wish you can be able to talk, spite, and insult me when we are done, Derin Valgrave”

Wilbur replied, "Why don't you come and find out?" "Wonderful. You should feel honored." Wilbur scoffed and replied, "You're full of shit for saying that." A sinister laughter echoed in the darkness. A dagger made from dark spiritual energy was ablaze with dark spiritual flames. It silently stabbed toward Wilbur's back. Wilbur felt his senses restrained in the Dark Domain. The dagger moved in the dark like a fish in the water. There was no resistance or sound. When the dagger made contact with his skin, it suddenly unleashed a terrifying force as it was thrust at him.

"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