Devil Within Digital Daggers Novels & Stories

he barked behind me. I chuckled inwardly. In a few more hours. Just a few. I expected him to complain again since I didn’t significantly increase my pace. He didn’t. The scene I was met with when the elevator doors opened wasn’t so surprising. The devil, whose name I had somehow forgotten, was walking ahead of us with a lady. I concluded that she was the Flora that caused last night’s little altercation. Okay, maybe not little, since it involved shooting threats. With his hands in both pockets of his pants, the lady seemed to have no option but to touch his shoulder casually as they talked. Even the blind could see that was trying so hard to clinch to his stone-cold self. Of course, he sees

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"

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

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

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.”

The dagger hummed, its jagged obsidian blade pulsing with a rhythmic, ghostly light that matched the frantic beating of Micah’s own heart. "You are a fool, Micah! That blade doesn't just cut flesh; it severs the thread of existence!" Morga, the High Priestess, stepped from the shadows of the ravens’ wings, her eyes glowing with a sickly emerald fire. "You steal from the very hands that raised you? For a girl who is already a queen of ghosts?"

Hema bit her lip to keep from crying out. Without warning, Zayden seized her wrist and dragged her towards the bed, his grip unyielding. He pushed her onto the mattress, caging her beneath his formidable frame. The sheets thrashed about as she struggled to cover herself, but he would have none of it. Zayden's mouth descended upon her breast, his teeth grazing the tender skin. Hema cried out, the sting of pain morphing into an unwanted surge of pleasure. He nibbled and bit, marking her flesh as his own, a perverse brand of possession.

Cold and heat, black and white—perfectly complementary. “We are Daydevil and Nightsoul, two of Daemon Lord Ul'gal's ten generals. We’ve been ordered to take your lives,” the man and woman declared in unison. "Daydevil? Nightsoul? Generals?" Adrian couldn't help but marvel. “I didn’t expect you to find us so quickly.” “There was no choice. It was the Lord’s command, and we dare not disobey. So, we can only reluctantly put you through this…” Daydevil replied with a smirk.