Artificial Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

”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.

Using a combination of Violet's agile sword prowess, Ken's newfound powers, Zack's strength, and courage, and Sir Jason's quick thinking and expansive knowledge, the teammates were able to defeat the ten devils. Sir Jason stood amidst the fallen devils, his fists dripping with their dark blood, the crimson streaks contrasting sharply against his skin. Despite the gore, his face remained calm and composed, as if unfazed by the brutal fight they'd just endured. He noticed a small lever on the ground nearby and realized it was part of a clever trap device. With a quick motion, he pulled the lever and the four of them felt the ground rumble beneath their feet as a large net sprang up from the di

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

His body was slowly wearing out due to his long exposure on the toxic air, but still, he needed to help Janshai now. When the smoke faded, he spotted Janshai surrounded by the three wild devilions. Arth shivered when he finally got a closer look at the beasts. They had dark, rough skin with terrifying heads similar to a lion. Circling Janshai, they growled with their flaring eyes locked on to him. He could be preyed at any moment, if Arth wouldn’t do something. He must help his comrade. Arth was about to pull out his Blackwinter when Janshai suddenly stopped him. “Stand back, you idiot.”

, Lucas responded. “.……Ojousama..”, Natalie was dumbfounded. "................", Oceane had a blank expression on her face. Audelia was so pissed off right now. Why? Because the divine artifact that she got from Ultimia was different from the one she used during her training. This divine artifact was embedded into her soul, it had the shape of a rose crystal with golden color with a little red in it. ‘He said he wants to strengthen the artifact..’ ‘I should know better than to trust that damn God..’

This was one of the cruelest punishments for their kind. His fists clenched until the knuckles whitened. If Haemos were still alive, Gildeon would have killed him again. “How are you here?” Kohina asked softly, tears running down her weary face. “Kohina,” he breathed, dropping into a crouch in front of her. “You’re safe now.” He reached for the Devil Star that was gripping one of her hands. The thing resisted. When he forced it free, thick strands of dark sap and blood stretched between the barbed core and the punctured flesh, the hooked thorns tearing loose from her skin like the spines of a sea urchin being ripped out.

“I can do that, as impossible is out from the picture and in my very own dictionary. I’ll help you as I will accompany you. I’ll be your key to open the forbidden doors that you shouldn’t be as it is your greatest sin and taboo. But I will have my way as I will see everything that I wanted to see and keep my secret as the bargain from the end of this. So, do we have a deal?” A devil that he is, as the shard soul of the original him that he becomes is corrupted with the darkness, unlike the others. She smiles as she agrees, anticipating such a thing, but she doesn’t have any objection or anything in between. Wherein her word echoes. “Deal.” Satisfied and more than, Arius waves his scythe all

"Do you have any idea what you're holding? Kayla stared at the artifact, its intricate designs now glowing brighter, pulsing as if alive. Her breath hitched. "What...what is this thing?" "Put it down!" he barked, his tone sharp, almost desperate. But the artifact didn't budge. It clung to her hand like it was part of her, its hum growing louder. "I can't!" Kayla cried. "It won't let go!" The devil took a cautious step back, his anger replaced by something that almost looked like fear. He glared at her, his fiery eyes boring into hers. "So it's true. You are a descendant of Arithymus."

Rebecca rushed into the foyer from the kitchen, her eyes darting from the gore-splattered stairs to the thing mounted above the fireplace: the Devil’s Mirror. It was breathing. In and out. Like it had lungs. Like it was alive. “Chris!” she called out, frozen in place. He grabbed her hand. “Come on!” They ran to the door. Chris twisted the handle. It wouldn’t budge. He slammed his shoulder against it. Nothing. “Damn thing won’t budge!” He picked up a chair. “Stand back!” With a yell, he hurled the chair through the window beside the door. It shattered—glass exploding inward—only for the frame to regrow instantly, the shards knitting back together like living bone.

LILIANA'S POV The photos won't leave my mind. Even after he put them away calmly, like he hadn't just ripped the ground from under me I still see them burned behind my eyelids. My father smiling with his arm around my mother. My brother stumbling drunk, but alive. Alive. For now. That's the part that guts me. Dante controls their lives now with a flick of his wrist, a snap of his fingers. They don't even know it. They don't know that with one wrong word from me, they'll bleed because of him.