Devil Within Digital Daggers Novels & Stories

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"

The took the back door to head to the altar where they'll offer him to the gate of hell to open up for them. The grim reapers silently followed them, waiting for orders if they should attack now or what. They were in the middle of the march when something fell from Shane's pants. It was his dagger. Gideon stared at it before picking it up. It's as if someone hit the drum inside him the moment he touched the dagger. It was the dagger that left a scar on his cheek. He could no longer wonder how it left him mark. A demon is inhabting the dagger. His eyes glowed intense red upon realization. He started emitting a dark dangerous aura. He gritted his teeth in anger.

Deny's clever brain is very reliable when it comes to tricking. *****

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.

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 wind that swept through Deira carried an omen: The devil had stirred, and the kingdom would soon tremble.

His voice slightly shook with fury as he lowered his hands and curled them into tight balls at his sides. "Ki.. kil.. kill.. my mother?" "Yes." "So we just wait for them to break the silence first?" Alpha Bastion asked with disbelief. Zeb slowly turned his head to face him and he glared at him through narrowed eyes. "Their weapons they have pressed against their captive's throats are the Daggers of Eternal Death. The sharp blades have the power to imprison your mind within your body as they were crafted from the blood and lunar dust of a formidable Dark Oracle. It infects every organ in your body like poison slithering through your veins. The process is slow and painful." He paused briefly a

Everything in my body tells me to run, to destroy this dagger and not look back. This weapon that can kill Stefan and help us get Lily back… it’s bad news. “Do you feel it?” Marle asks while looking at all three of our faces. “What the fuck is that?” I say, staring back at the horrified expressions of Kai and Cat. She levels me with a cold stare when I ask this. “Do you know what a Nephilim is, Konstantin? It is a child born of an angel laying with a human - this dagger is made up of the blood and ash of five hundred Nephilim infants ripped from their mother’s arms. That uncomfortable feeling in your chest telling you to flee is due to the dark magic and sin embedded in this weapon.”

When this happens, you need to take this dagger and run it through his heart", she handed me a golden dagger. He is not an ordinary person; he killed and resurrected at his own will; he is the devil. With this dagger, he will go to the hell he came from. I ran my fingers over the cold metal, letting it nipped at my skin, Something so small and beautiful held such a horrible curse. Could I do it? Should I do it? He killed me; I had memories of his lips caressing my lips. His hands roamed around my body, leaving tracks of fire along the way. He had a way of burning me, so much passion in one man, and I needed all of it, all of him. I closed my eyes as his hands slid into my underwear, his thum