Artificial Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

“He must've used my image to trick Callista into coming to the forest so he can take her.” I turn away from her at that and take a few steps away from them both. Then I fall to my knees, feeling almost lightheaded from this overload of information. A supernatural being called the Devil had Callista. He happens to be an ancient creature of a race I’d never heard of before that had powers unknown and had kidnapped my mate. Goddess, how am I supposed to find her now?

She tilted her head, studying me over the rim of her glass. “First time seeing the Devil’s justice up close?” I nodded, fingers tightening around the glass. “It was… fast. Terrifying. But he—” My voice cracked. “He didn’t even think. Just protected me.” Nyxara’s eyes narrowed slightly, something unreadable flickering there. “That’s what mates do,” she said carefully. “Or so they say.” I looked down into my brandy. “I didn’t ask him to cut off hands for me.” “No,” she agreed. “But he did. And now half the dominion is whispering about how the great Alpha Devil lost control over a southern stray.”

The demilitarized zone was a 10-mile ring around the Devos Province that it is illegal to bring any army If a power brings an army here it will be the same as declaring war against the Devos family. The newlywed couple was in bed, the bedroom was softly light; he was rubbing his wife's stomach as she slept. From time to time he would feel something in her belly moving and it would fill him with joy. He looked at the necklace she was wearing; it was a pearl necklace but they weren't pearls but energy cores From an energy beast called the Jet octopus; it was unique because it had nine mana cores in its body, 8 small ones in its tentacles and one big in its head.

Noland seemed to be considering the proposal. The faces around them changed. Arthur indirectly said their son was useless, so they couldn't enter The First Division. “Then how come Miss Lilian…” her words trailed off, as if allowing each other's thoughts to fill them. In Ha snorted. She racked her brains working the test all the way through but these people didn't appreciate it. She used her brain and body with great difficulty to survive. Especially from that sticky giant octopus. In ha also opened her fan, her other hand still casually perched on Arthur's arm, and spoke,

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

Keagan waved his hand over it and a new option appeared; Artifacts. The menu dropped down, revealing a new entry into his arsenal. It revealed an artifact—a shard from the broken mask of the defeated villain. The system's voice continued "This artifact grants you the power of shadow manipulation, a skill once possessed by your formidable adversary. By activating the shard, you can tap into this extraordinary ability for a limited time." Keagan's eyes widened as he grasped the significance of the artifact. The power of shadow manipulation, at his disposal. It was a chance to harness the very essence of his defeated foe. A surge of excitement coursed through his veins as he contemplated the po

He should suppose to touch it but a red smoke suddenly evaporates from inside the scar. “What the hell is this?” General Malta thought as the red smoke thickened. He stands up and steps backward widening his eyes as he witnesses Goryo’s body slowly woken up. The nine-footer devil was standing in front of him with his red eyes flaming and bulky body traced with dark veins up to his face. General Malta grasps his sword and quickly pulls it out from the scabbard, he narrowed his eyes as he quickly runs to attack the devil. The devil’s body was too slow to move because of its bulkiness. General Malta manages to slit the skin on his left arm as he slides down between the devil’s feet. General Mal

The most striking, and from what Mia could confirm, was that he had one eye of each color. Not that Mia thought it was a flaw, as many people did. But it was, in fact, something peculiar. It was said that only someone touched by the Devil,or even the Devil himself, had eyes like those. Remembering the creature's voice from ten years before, Mia felt a chill run through her body. "I need to get married, Miss Chapman," the man said, looking straight into Mia's eyes. Before she could respond, the butler returned with two more maids and refreshments were served.

“What— Why?” His eyes flashed, almost silver. “Full moons bring... complications.” “Complications?” she echoed. “You will obey, or you will regret it,” he said simply. She didn’t respond. “Rule three,” he said, voice low. “You serve me. That is your purpose here. You’ll answer when called, you’ll speak when spoken to, and you’ll stay in line.” Emilia’s breath hitched. “And if I don’t?” He leaned in, voice like velvet and fire. “Then I’ll remind you why they call me the devil.”

Aji Sangkala smiled. Arya Santanu tried to lure Narakashura's head with a fishing rod made of the element of light. He hung the head with a fishing hook that had been given a string of light. Arya Santanu placed it hanging right in front of his face. He realized that Narakashura's face was so plain. There were no eyes, no nose, and no mouth. "Are you dead?" Arya Santanu tried to mock again. He was afraid he was being teased by a demon.