Artificial Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

Suddenly, his muscles began to twitch, veins bulging as wisps of white mist rose from his pores, enveloping his body. 【Star Devouring Technique】 Active — A secret technique modeled after the digestive system of the Astral Beast “Star Devourer,” it significantly accelerates the body’s nutrient absorption. Legends say that some god-tier martial artists used this technique to devour stars and replenish their energy!

And they were currently staring down the barrel of a suppressed pistol held by a man with a jagged scar across his throat: Luca Santoro. "Look at this, Devi," Luca mocked, his voice a gravelly, possessive taunt. "You spent twenty years stalking a ghost, and I built you a better one in six months. She doesn't have a mean attitude. She doesn't fight the chains. She just... obeys." Devi didn’t look at the clone. He looked at the doorway. He looked at the real Cali the one in the rumpled black suit, with the black sapphire on her finger and the raw, grumpy hatred in her eyes.

I didn't bother to explain that I had simply plugged his burner phone into the charger this afternoon. The screen had lit up, and it wasn't locked, showing the AI program processing my text right next to his endless chat window with Ava. I just kept my gaze locked on his face, letting the silence stretch. After a long moment, he seemed to give up the confrontation and let out a long breath. "Weren't you always complaining that I never get you the newest gadgets? That AI... I was going to use it to record my feelings for you. An anniversary gift. It just wasn't calibrated yet."

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Adrian reminded himself that the Soul Devouring Sword was no ordinary weapon but a unique artifact. There could only be one. Yet, when the fake Adrian saw the weapon in Adrian’s hand, his expression remained cold. “The Soul Devouring Sword... A fine weapon, but what if you have it?” To Adrian’s astonishment, the fake Adrian drew an identical Soul Devouring Sword, radiating an aura that matched his own. Adrian froze. How was this possible? How could his opponent wield the Soul Devouring Sword? This was beyond belief. This sword was one of a kind!

Not just 1 or 2 spirits if the victim is that much, he might just summon a whole platoon. Bushh.. A large bird appears with a shape exactly like a bird of paradise, but its body is made of ice and covered with blue flames. The tail hangs white hanging down covered with hotter fire and there are 2 longer tails. On the body is more blue and wings are wide with the same color as the tail. Repeated bursts of energy waves appeared as the bird flapped its wings. Suddenly the bird swooped down towards Al and just disappeared when it arrived. Not long after, Al woke up along with the completion of the Demon Lord's evolution.

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.

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.

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

Devon did something that blew my mind. He lifted his hand, leading me to believe he was about to show me something, but his hands were empty. From the cracks on the floor, a plant suddenly sprouted and crawled to Devon as if it was reaching for my son—no. It wasn’t reaching for him; it was reaching for Devon! Devon was calling it! The plant grew bigger; thorns grew out from it, sharp and deadly, but it didn’t hurt my son. Instead, it grew beautiful flowers that made Diana smile and giggle. “We’ve been hiding this from you and Dad because we know you both are going to freak out.” Diana smiled shyly as she glanced at her brother with pride on her face. “But it seems Devon has finally developed