Devils Sword Novels & Stories

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.

Its limbs clawed against the broken ground as it fought to right itself, massive muscles bunching beneath plated hide as it dragged its weight back under control, its head swinging toward him with a guttural, enraged sound that vibrated through the air. Apollo did not give it the time. His hand went to his side. The blade came free. Long. Heavy. Built for something larger than men. The moment it cleared the sheath, Devilfire answered. Crimson flame ignited along its length in a smooth, controlled surge, not erupting outward but clinging to the metal in dense, seething layers that deepened its edge into something more than steel, something that burned before it ever struck. The weapon looked

"Be careful. The Devil Qi on these Corpse Demons is thick enough to taint our weapons." Naturally, this came to the attention of everyone else as well. Unless they were using legendary weapons like the Unsullied Sword, ordinary Immortal's Swords would be tainted by the Devil Qi on these Corpse Demons as soon as they came close. Everyone began to cast their respective spells to attack with Sword Qi instead. The sight of numerous Sword Qi weaving left and right in their attacks was dazzling but Xiao Chen remained frowning. He could feel another terrifying existence hiding in an unknown corner of the darkness.

No one can save you from my attack, so just remain and die on your own Island. Before he could count five, I was with him. I tried to tap at his back, but he was fast to dodge my attack and landed at the shore. He raised his hand and released his devil's sword. And we clashed one more time with our swords. His devil sword was crying making noise. It was seeking for my blood.

A sword that can vanish magic of someone for eternity. Elvious directly thrust towards the youngman with Elious sword in right hand. Marvio however, tried to stops his acquintance, yet he is too late. Elvious already at the reaching distance of the youngman who has this devourer smirk. When Elvious two feets away near E.J, in the latter's right hand appeared a sword too. A sword which was been called like his alias; DEATH.

The devil glared at him and turned away ignoring him as he run to escape the dungeon. “You’re not going anywhere!” General Malta shouted as he run to catch the devil who was running at a slow pace with his heavy footsteps thudding loudly. The general waved his sword and leave another slit from the devil’s back as the blood splattered on the wall. The devil ignored him as the slit healed quickly once again. “Damn!” the general said as he saw the light from the dungeon’s entrance, they were near the stairs leading outside.

"But you should stay away from me.. for your own sake." "Devon, what are you talking about?" I asked, my voice shaky. "I don't know, Nesta and it's driving me crazy." He growled, his eyes burning silver. I quickly pulled his face down to hide the shrap glint of his canines. "Devon. Calm down, there are others here!" I hissed urgently to him, my eyes darting over to my left as I watched the others taking among themselves as they paused before a crooked looking sword. I sighed. They hadn't seen him. His secret was safe.

She pulled him close to her, dragging him with the whip that was made of iron, something that could hurt them. While the other two flew away from there. “Follow them.” The owner of the sword said, throwing it toward them and following his sword. After following them for a good amount of them, when Colton reached near his sword, he found those Daevas dead by iron bullets. He reached back to his junior, Delilah, who was also a supernatural hunter just like him. She was just eighteen and was great at her work. “He is of no use, Sir. His mind is in control of someone else.” She said, looking at Daevas, who didn’t look in his right sense.

Devi! "Hi, Alex," he introduced himself and held out his hand. "D-devi," I answered and shook his hand. I looked away when he suddenly grinned at me. "Oh... I remember, he was the one I was referring to you, Tim. Who hit my car," he suddenly said and slightly laughed while he was staring at me. I immediately frowned and gave him a bad look. "What? Not me! You are the fool who hit into my car!" I fired back and I crossed my arms over my chest "Look how rude you are..." I whispered. I raised one eyebrow when I heard him laugh.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.