V Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

he laughed. Hunter stepped back shielding Ludo and Walu. “I wanted to spare your life but i am killing you now Devi.” Hunter charged but was stunned by the taser he went down on his knees. Devi was surprised he didn’t go down that easily. He watched him being fried but he was trying to get up till he got immobile and dropped down. Devi then pounded him with a final blow to the head and watched as he fell face flat on Dumi’s body.

Our devil’s trap held firm, and the demon quickly lost its temper. “How did you manage to get it over here?” My Dad asked conversationally, purposefully ignoring the writhing demon stood on the wet grass. We’d had to set the trap up somewhere it could be hidden, and a dewy verge covered in decaying leaf mulch had proven to be the perfect spot. The trap consisted of a large wooden bowl-like structure, inscribed with sigils and words of power in a large spiral. When the demon walked over it, it would hold him firm. Unless the seal was broken, it would be trapped for eternity.

“He’s trying to provoke you. Provoke me. He thinks if he keeps hurting people around you, you’ll eventually come running back to me for good.” “Or end up dead,” I snapped. William didn’t argue. “Drive into the tunnel,” he ordered the driver. “Now.” We turned sharply again, the SUV right behind us. William handed me a phone. “Press *3 when I say so.” “Why?” “It’ll trigger an EMP device. Mateo installed it last year.” I stared at the screen. “You carry EMPs in your cars?” “You date billionaires. This is normal.” I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but there was no time to ask.

When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate devil- a demon who won against the Evil that created him. Fortunately, only one such trickster rises from the horde of darkness in a long time, preventing the doomsday of the entire system. It solely depends on the devil how he turns the table or how he rules the world. He thinks to either continue poisoning humanity or eliminate the parasites that could overthrow him someday. A person without a heart is a monster and a heartless person only awakes when they have nothing to lose.

“I’m here just because of Samuel. I don’t care about any of your sick desires.” She strengthened her voice, even though every inch of her body started to shake. She realized that Dervel was serious about what he had just said. It was a game he wanted to play with her. “Imagine a prey which comes back to its predator. Every single return results in its partial death. Either it’s an actual murder or the slaughter of an integral part of someone’s entity.” Dervel was more than happy to explain everything in detail. “To put it another way - you're gonna feed me with yourself, with every dimension of you, until I let you go, with some life in you or not. Is that clear?”

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.

Why did I pull the trigger, pull the trigger Pull the trigger, boom And end a nigga, end a nigga life so soon? When mi pull the trigger, pull the trigger Pull it 'pon you Somebody tell me what I'm gonna, what I'm gonna do? Eh Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Mi say wah man down A weh mi say Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum When mi went downtown 'Cause now I am criminal, criminal, criminal

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

When I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take anymore that’s when we heard the door opening up to Legion and Levi. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I can’t believe this is happening to me. Am I needing to run from them again or is Pyro finally going to get what he wants? I’m not thinking that they were going to help me in this. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?”

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.