Novel & Cerita Guardian Devil Daredevil

Your dad will be mad -’ Inner Devil shot Guardian Angel with an arrow!

“Mandy, you can’t be serious!” “Oh, she’s serious as a heart-attack!” a booming voice with deep dulcet tones echoed in the tavern. I spun around. Behind me stood a 6ft, terrifying giant. I recognized him immediately. Dexter. One of the most terrifying bikers I’d ever seen and the leader of the Devils. He had a long scar on his face. Clad in black throughout, his gun hung from his waist. He had an aura of darkness, meanness, death followed him wherever he went. I’d heard stories of the towns he had ravished.

I asked him, my voice bitter and edged with hatred. “Pry out his fangs like they did to Vaheed,” Devin imparted in a sadistic tone. Gustav’s lips tugged into a smirk, and he made a feeble shrug. He was tired and worn out, but he still had the audacity to smirk. “Don’t bullshit me. You are her guardian. Your duty is to protect her.” My voice rumbled. Feeling the itch to see his blood, I slowly moved my claws under his chin. The electric crackling flickered against his skin, searing him.

Devil says all angry, yeah I wouldn’t go for her either. “Stop it Devil, things are going to change, from now on Helena is your bodyguard” he says letting me go finally, his words are mostly meant for Devil. “Who’s Helena?” I ask curious, I wanted Pauly as my bodyguard. “I’m Helena love” the new woman introduce herself. “Hi” I say being polite while Devil threw a tantrum about not wanting a bodyguard, I didn’t mind that, still want it to be Pauly though. “Everyone out, my two girls stay here” Nikolai order when he couldn’t get Devil to stop fighting him, she’s not happy with the bodyguard at all, she got on his nerves now.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

Tommy replied giving her slightly some motivation. Iris seemed to think again. She doesn't want any more sadistic murders by the devil-like what happened to her parents. She looked at Eva and Tommy in turn before she gave a small smile. "First, I need a place to stay." Eva immediately extended her hand to shake hands with her. "Welcome to the Devil Hunter organization, Iris." After she joined Devil Hunter, she was immediately trained by Shane and introduced to the members in the headquarters. "Devils, have various kinds of powers. They can change appearance, move as fast as lightning, have unlimited power, and can imitate human form one hundred percent similar." Shane explained.

What started as a job, a duty to make sure she felt our side was her only real choice, became an obsession. Our plan had been put in motion years before, creating a rock band to travel the world bringing in kids her age from everywhere knowing one day she would show up. Devil’s Night is now the most popular band in the world with teens and young adults. While simultaneously being the most hated band in the world with their parents. We have fans everywhere just dying for a chance to spend a few moments with us and I, Damien Raines, am the frontman.

She wanted to help, wanted to strike—but her body shook with exhaustion and injury, and Lucian fought like a storm unleashed. The first guard returned, swinging wildly. Lucian caught him, pivoted, and slammed him face-first into the mud. He pinned him there with a boot, pressing just enough weight to hold but not crush. The second guard lunged again. Lucian spun, blocking with his injured arm, then snapped a punch across the man’s jaw so fierce it sent him sprawling into the dirt. Thunder roared. Rain pounded. At last, both men lay beaten and gasping in the mud. Alive, but broken.

Alessandro tilted his head slightly, those black eyes cutting into mine like blades. "I insist." Each syllable landed like ice. "Diana needs protection. And I don't see anyone else as capable of keeping my sister safe." I swallowed hard, feeling the trap close around me. "Don Alessandro, with respect—I'm not a bodyguard. I'm a capo. That's a different role." The smile that touched his lips never reached his eyes. It was a smile I'd seen before—on crooked judges, on bought cops, on men who understood that truth was just a question of who had more power to enforce it.

He smirked, "You rubbed off on me thousands of years ago, Your Grace." "Brat," Xerxes muttered, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ancient of days." Xerxes’s jaw dropped. "Coming from an almost four-thousand-year-old? That is just wrong, and you know it." A genuine smile finally graced Daemon's lips. "The scar on your face. Did you get it that night of the Eclipse Moon?" Xerxes asked, changing the subject. "Nope. Your beast did that," Daemon said in a casual, light tone. "Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill."