Dragon Devils Novels & Stories

I asked him. Salvatore sighed. He does that whenever someone finds it hard to understand? “You are in the best spot for this. I have trained you well, and best still, you have the nerve to attract any kind of person, including him.” I scoffed. “He will kill me before I get to him.” I said. That was obviously true. The feared Dante, leader of the Mafia and a popularly known Mafia Lord was bound to shatter me into pieces and have me killed. I had heard about him, and what he did to people. There had been nothing nice from those stories.

Inner Devil: ‘No… No! This can’t be happening! Lord, have mercy on me and my sanity! This is a Category 10 Drought in the Land of Naughtiness. I just saw a cactus cry! Charlie hasn’t had action in three hundred years! We are all drier than expired instant noodles!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Technically, it’s been just about three weeks, and no—we’re fallen angels. The Lord will not hear us.’

"I feel so very scared because after all this is something that is very, very difficult for me to achieve and also this is something that is very, very complicated. For the past few days the kings have not given any news at all and I was thinking that maybe after two more days Mr. Robert and the two of you would go to catch up with the king and help them. How do I feel like I'm not okay? In fact, I feel that this will be something that will make the demons very happy because they feel they have been able to exorcise and also do something so evil to us. Is it true that everything is like that and will we always think about something bad or something else? Because after all this will be a very

He lifted both like a trophy. “I come bearing offerings.” “You come bearing a headache,” I muttered, pulling the door wider. Devon pushed past me immediately, all six-foot-seven of him. His hoodie was oversized and dark gray, half-zipped to show a black sleeveless top underneath. His sweatpants hung loose, and he wore a black baseball cap pulled low over his eyes—typical disguise-mode Devon. And of course, the diamond studs glittered in his ears even in low light, because subtlety was not in his vocabulary. The sleeve tattoo on his left arm was barely hidden under the hoodie, swirling patterns of black and cobalt ink crawling over his skin.

Thus began the seedling of my plan. “Oh, that is a cool opportunity for you, Dye! You’ve done a great job here as an instructor for the newly shifted wolves. It will just suck to lose you. You’re such a pivotal part of our team and the Eclipse Pack.” Our friend Devon chimed in. He is such a nice guy. One of those guys who never gets angry, but somehow, when he is in fighting mode, or actual combat, a switch flips and he is all animalistic aggression.

Ronaldo, the leader of the troops, sneered as he unleashed his power, sending a surge of energy barreling straight toward his opponents! "Intermediate Almighty State!" the color drained from Alan and Angus' faces at this. not only did the Hiltons have seven Almighty Warriors with them, but Ronaldo and even Devon himself were members of the Intermediate Almighty State! With such a formidable team, it was no wonder that Devon did not seem at all afraid to take them all by himself!

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

As he spoke, the Mirage Dragon looked at Darryl up and down and continued, "You human, you are young but not weak. Today you can sacrifice yourself and let me make you into my snack." As soon as he finished speaking, his huge body's movement set off a hurricane, heading straight for Darryl. Darryl was shocked and angry. This thing was really evil. They did not even know each other but they wanted to eat Darryl as soon as they met. "I heard that you are one of the Four Evil Beast. I'd like to see how capable you are," Darryl stood still and said coldly.