Ice Devil Slayer Novels & Stories

Next, the team captain of the Baseball team of Eagle Eye, with his calm nature, intellect, and sophisticated personality from the influential family that owns the famous restaurants in the country, holds the devil Leviathan as the sin of envy, Harry Stein Stanley. Lazy, and prefer to sleep as he wanted to be left alone in his world, he is a genius mind player and team captain of the mental sports of the academy’s Hydras’. His silent nature is what makes him unpredictable and the one among them by which mind is where I could hardly read. Secretive and the spy among the seven, he holds the name of the devil Belphegor and the embodiment of the sin of Sloth, Tucker Relight.

The Killing Devil Spear instantly stabbed out a thousand times. Crack! Every strike accurately stabbed the Extraterritorial Devil's arm. Instantly, the arms exploded like firecrackers. In the rolling flesh and rain of blood, the Extraterritorial Devil seemed to have become a stick. His eyes were full of horror. The Extraterritorial Devil, who had lost his ability to resist, wanted to escape. As soon as he turned around, the Devil-slaying Spear pierced through his back, revealing his chest.

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.

He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake.

Zachary fumed and looked straight in her eyes that were gleaming with mirth. “I am not going to let you or this pauper destroy my kingdom” Delphyne gritted and then looked at Diana who was trying hard to stifle her cries, “Listen and better ingrain this in your mind witch, we are devils. We hate you and your entire fucking community. Heaven was once ours and soon we are gonna snatch it back from you. You better start counting your days because they won’t last long.” Diana gasped in horror. Zachary also stared at his mother incredulously, “THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT??”

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

Fangs gleamed in a maw that split into a grin too wide for any mortal face, sulfurous breath fogging the air. 'Foolish mortal,' the devil hissed, voice echoing in Elian's mind like nails on bone. 'The pact demands blood of your blood. You think to barter your husk? No. I will have the heirs—or watch you drown in their screams.' Damitri lunged, sword flashing, but the devil's claw lashed out, shadows erupting to ensnare him mid-stride. The queen's cry shattered the tension, the boy twisting in vain. Elian pressed closer, spectral hands reaching uselessly, horror rooting him as the chamber dissolved into chaos—clashing steel, demonic roars, the infant's wail cutting through like a knife.