The Silver Devil Book Novels & Stories

"And you! Don't contaminate this young man's mind with your stupid ideas." "Tch! Doofus," The raven haired guy snickered and moved his eyes to look at me, "Hi there Henry I'm Blaze, I can be your friend, but if you want more I can be the fire that will help warm you in the cold night." He said with a silvery voice, and my brother unknowingly clasped his arms around my shoulders. “Hey, stop that! This is my brother, you jerk!" Grey yelled at the man, and Blaze's mouth curved into a sly smile.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Fucking devil. “I’m still going to punish you for what you did the last time. Know that,” he said, his gaze never leaving mine. “How do you intend to punish me?” I asked with a small voice. He suddenly leaned forward again and grabbed my chin between his fingers. “How do you want to be punished?” His eyes pinned on me made my heart rate accelerate. I shook my head and swallowed against my dry throat. His hand on me was supposed to irritate me. His piercing gaze was supposed to infuriate me. His voice was supposed to disturb me. But instead, all they did was make my heart beat really fast with desire.

[The Silver Plague] The silver in my veins didn't feel like a disease; it felt like mercury—heavy, cold, and blindingly fast. I watched, paralyzed, as the frost climbed toward my throat. Beside me, Dante’s eyes were a chaotic storm, flickering between his natural hazel and that same matte silver. He lunged for the woman in the emerald coat, his fingers curling into claws, but he collapsed before he could touch her. "Dante!" I tried to scream, but the sound was a metallic rasp.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

I said in a strangled voice as I stepped closer to him. He didn't say anything but a small tremor coursed down his back and I couldn't help myself as I walked right up to his back and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Devon." I whispered but he just shrugged off my hand, a scary growl coming out of his throat as he whirled to face me. His eyes were totally silver, not a speck of the usual black or gray to be seen, his pupils were a tiny dot in the silver of his irises and his canines were bared into an angry snarl.

Before he disappears into the underworld, back to hell, she can hear his laughter echoing inside her. Brage throws himself at Indra's hand. He quickly rips the silver chain away from her and throws the lasso at one of the demon horses, who has come closer while Indra and Joar have been talking. Their wounded and frightened feelings are irresistible to a demon. The silver chain lands on one of horse’s ear, before falling to the ground. Brage quickly try’s again, but they're too far gone. He sighs heavily and turns to Indra. She sits with her arms wrapped around her body and rocks herself back and forth. Her face is pale. Laurin sits behind her and holds her tightly.

Priscilla grumbled, staring at the book in disdain. “Have you ever heard of ‘A single-use relic is the speech of the devil. A normal relic is the hand of the devil. A platinum relic is a devil itself. Be aware of the single-use relic, however, for it will be the destroyer of the world.’ or some sort of it.” They were muted, tilting their heads with gloomy expressions, except for Firash. “I’ve heard of it. Constantly talked by the mercenary while scavenging the cave for treasure.” Firash replied thoughtfully.

Mell said. "Okay, so, this slitherite, based on my deduction, is a metal mined from an alien world that seems to be compatible with the silverstream. Whereas VERSE equipment stabilize silverstream so we can safely use it to do limited transmutation, the Sovereigns made theirs as energy neutralizer. They emphasize on destructive, conflicting nature of silverstream to turn it into a deadly weapon against our world's energies." "Alien world... do you think it might be the Silver Devils' original world?" Vayu asked, but his head hung low and not directed the question to anyone in particular.