Devil Within Digital Daggers Novels & Stories

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?"

A blinding, suffocating dark haze violently clouded his entire vision, entirely replacing the terrifying hyper-lucidity with a deeply lethal, highly toxic delirium. He violently collapsed completely backward entirely into the freezing, deep sludge. He didn't actively possess the microscopic strength to completely fight it anymore. The empire was entirely ashes. As the terrifying, freezing black sludge violently filled his actively bleeding mouth, the complete, absolute darkness finally, violently swallowed the legendary Devil of Dalal Street entirely whole.

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.

The snake could no longer reach me when it started to shorten in length, it's mouth still opened as it turned into the wooden dagger once more. I was breathing heavily and still shaking from what just happened. I thought I was going to die. "Don't ever do that!" Said Devina as she stood above me while sending me a skull crushing glare. "I didn't know" I gritted out referring to the dagger turning into a god damn snake as I tried standing up. She rolled her eyes before going to back to sit next to my mate. I noticed that ashes were spread on the snake and on Micah's chest. "Are you even a doctor?" I asked while narrowing my eyes at the dagger as I came to stand next to Devina.

He leaned over me, his face inches from mine. "Tonight, we write a new world," Malphas whispered. "A world where the hunger never ends, and the prey never wakes up." He raised a silver dagger. "First, we remove the Donor's stain." He brought the blade down toward the mark on my neck. But just as the silver touched my skin, the heavy steel doors of the basement were torn off their hinges. A roar—not a wolf’s roar, but a sound of pure, digital and biological rage—shook the foundations of the house.

The Alpha Demon shouted in his mind angry about how the situation was going The Primordial Alpha was just too overpowered but the reorganized himself and gave orders to his pack to get ready for another wave of attack to kill the bastard He didn’t believe the Primordial Alpha was immortal nor did the others And most importantly he had the trump card The Soul Reaper dagger! Christopher had witness the power of the spear able to kill powerful Alphas in seconds Well I would have said as the name implies to reap the soul of it victims but it doesn’t It was just the name of the silver long beautifully forged dagger which emitted the aura of deathly echoes of lost voices, whispers of souls, crying

he choked. Miguel stepped forward, eyes ice. “One you were never worth trusting. Two I’m the Devil. And you? You’re another Devil. Two Devils can’t run side by side. And three…” he leaned down close, his voice a whisper of death, “I’ve wanted to kill you for a very long time.” Dimitri gasped, trying to laugh, blood spilling. “You… think you’ve won…”

“I need you to be the bait. I need you to break into his private digital safe in that apartment. There’s a physical hard drive there—not in the cloud, but physical. It contains all the evidence of his blackmail against high-ranking officials. If we get it, Davian won’t just lose his position—he’ll spend the rest of his life in prison.” Dewangga looked at Vivian, then at Sarah. He realized he stood at the most dangerous crossroads of his life. On one side was Davian—the devil who offered dark pleasure but destroyed his soul. On the other was Vivian—the wife he had betrayed, now offering the only path to redemption, even if it meant risking his life. “Why would you still help me after what I’v