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A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

* Boom* a very loud like explosion sound was heard from where the devil and Celea fell, the interaction made the whole ground shake and even crack Celea had the upper hand in this fight but the devil isn't gonna give up just like that he then looked in the direction of Azar and Celea let her guard down to make sure Azar is still alive, he was indeed safe, she fell into the devils trap of making her lower her guard he then stood up very fast and stubbed her with his sword " CELEA!" screamed her troublemakers Celea than raised her palm a sign for them to not come any closer she than also stabbed him " That's not gonna work on me dear" says the devil Celea than smiled at him " Did you really th

"Or maybe he's finally gone soft." "Soft?" Luca chuckles, low. "You saw the warehouse last night. He slit a man's throat like he was pouring a drink. Dante De Luca doesn't get soft. He gets... focused." "Focused, obsessed-same difference." Marco's knife flicks open; I can hear the metal click. "If he slips, Crawford will gut us alive." "He won't slip," Luca replies. His tone is sure, almost reverent. "He'll crush her. He always wins."

What Malakar did next shocked everyone in the room, even those who thought they were prepared for anything. Without even blinking, without any hesitation or ceremony, he swung the sword in a clean, powerful arc. The blade sliced through the man's neck as easily as cutting through butter. The man's head dropped to the floor with a wet thud, rolling slightly before coming to rest in a growing pool of blood. His body remained kneeling for a moment before toppling sideways with a sickening sound. Blood splattered across the stone floor and even reached Malakar's boots, but he didn't seem to notice or care. More blood stained his face and clothes, giving him the appearance of something that had c

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?

The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon. Alpha Isaac. “Did you really think I was going to just let you leave like that? All these years I’ve kept you safe and well looked after. This is how you think it’s ok to repay me?” He was furious to say the least. I tried my best to hold back the tears but I was afraid, my body trembled as he stepped towards me. Standing only a few metres from my side. “You disgust me.” He spat in my face and forced me to my knees. The pain making me cry out loudly, causing him to then slap me around the face.

She was the first demon. Noelle had a pouch wrapped around her waist and her sword in her hands, readying herself. She spread her wings, positioned her feet slightly and took a breath before charging towards her enemy. Noelle dodged Lilith's fire and took the liquid from the slot in her back pouch; Noelle doused Lilith's wing and it melted off immediately, causing Lilith to step away from Noelle. Lilith groaned as she watched her wing melt.

He reached out and tapped the map, selecting the "Admiring Immortals State." In the instrument cultivator profession, he chose the most popular sub-profession: sword cultivator! Sword cultivators had the highest single-target damage, making them the most suitable for one-on-one combat and soloing bosses. Sebastian aimed to become the world's number one, which meant he would inevitably face numerous challenges in the future, including open confrontations, covert attacks, assassinations, and more.

"Forget the nonsense Salazar or anyone else has been feeding you. You're perfect the way you are and if I hear anything about you being on a diet again or trying to lose weight, heads will roll. Do you understand?" Maldito, I'm dazzled. For a moment there, the look in his eyes turned menacing and I finally caught a glimpse of the devil he hides behind that sexy body. I can totally picture him chopping a man up with a kitchen knife while smiling. That thought has moisture pooling between my legs and I squirm, trying to get some relief. Violence turns me on. He crosses the small space between us. Judging by how he's gotten in my face, I think he's finally going to take the initiative but he on