Artificial Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

But when she returned to her room, she found a small black box sitting on the table. Curious, she hesitated before lifting the lid. Inside was a sleek headset—an advanced AI-driven VFX device. Hema’s brows furrowed. What was this? Before she could question it further, the door opened, and Zayden walked in. Their eyes met. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his gaze—something calculating. “Put it on,” he said. Hema frowned, stepping back slightly. “What is this?” Zayden didn’t answer. Instead, he took the device and stepped toward her, his movements slow but deliberate.

Rain’s pov He marched towards me, crouched down, coming face to face before me as he pulled down his hood, and my stomach tightened with dread. The rumours about him were always about his cruelty and the agony he'd caused but none ever warned or prepared me for how beautiful the devil looked like. His face looked like it had been sculpted after the word perfection. The detailed outline of his jawline, and that provocative stare he wore like a garment was alluring. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him. How can a devil be this beautiful?

I asked quietly. Vanessa let out a low sigh and sat back down on the velvet sofa. “Padrino is like fruit spoiled from within,” she said matter-of-factly. “Looks perfect on the outside. Shiny. Enticing. Expensive. But cut it open and it’s all rot.” The image settled unpleasantly in my mind.

But before she could dwell any deeper on her racing thoughts and the endless what-ifs that were running through her mind like a swarm of angry bees, Malakar's cold, commanding voice cut through her internal panic like a blade through silk. "Humans are always so pathetic," he said with obvious disgust, his grip tightening visibly on the man's throat until the attacker started making horrible choking sounds that echoed through the trees. His voice carried that particular tone of contempt that suggested he viewed all humans as nothing more than annoying insects. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice you hiding in the woods like some amateur?" Malakar continued, his voice dripping with disgust

He nodded to my father, completely ignoring me. "Angelo, have a seat," my father said, gesturing to the other end of the table. Angelo sat down, lacing his fingers on the table. "I hear the Moretti family is making a very generous offer. But I'm here to remind you of the price for making a deal with the devil." My father's face tightened. "I'm here to make a real proposal. One that will truly solidify the alliance between our families." Angelo's gaze swept the room.

He resembled an opposite version of Hiro, yet exactly as handsome as him. “He is responsible for any military and force actions. He is a level 5, the same as you. The boss values him a lot, he's an excellent fighter, intelligent, vicious… and has every possible symptom to be called a sociopath. Be wary of him,” she disclosed. That was the second person telling me something similar. I started feeling quite nervous at the thought of meeting that guy. Melisa must have noticed my restlessness and smiled to relax me a bit. “Don't worry too much… he is a guy above all, and you are pretty. I will teach you, how to use it right,” she grinned viciously, “Now, let's move to the other one…” she pointed

She shut her eyes with her hands, then slowly uncovered them. “Shit! You shouldn't be human.” She whispered as she gawked at his member. She had heard of women talking about how big some men were, and she had read, but it startled her to see a specimen in front of her. How the hell had that fitted into her? Janice mulled because, compared to him, she was tiny. She wondered if she was the one seducing him as he had claimed, or if he was the one. Whichever it was, she didn't care because she could no longer deny the desire that she had been trying to suppress for so long.

"Here are a few stalks of Devil Smile Flower. Use these to make an incense stick and burned three of them besides the sleeping cat. This will help to stabilize the dormant soul of your spiritual beast." As Devil Smile Flower is a sentient mystical plant that used to devour souls for its nourishment, it was inevitable that it has some used in stabilizing or nourishing a weakened soul. Since these flowers had a huge accumulation of soul energy within its body due to its prolonged exposure to soul nourishment. Even though Professor Sonny was helpless about saving Monami at the moment, he was confident that it was not entirely impossible for him to do it. He just needs to read more books related

“That foolish lower life form!!? You have the nerve to compare that garbage to my Supreme Lord!!??” It screamed in anger, its voice changed like the mix of many men and women's voices saying it together with the roar of many beasts. Eyes, claws, tentacles, and fang appear on its body and some human features drip out the black ooze like it can’t maintain its form because of anger. The forest is also trembling. Some of the trees just sprout a dangerous-looking flower that has a fang and mouth that looks like the venus fly trap but instead of a bug, it could devour an entire human body.

"What are you saying?" "I've made all efforts to reconcile and plead with you to at least hear my side but none of it is working. I am a lap dog here in Deira, not a prince. I thought you understood that. Should I have killed myself instead of ruining Angbotain? If you were in my position, what would you do? Ask yourself that." "Adrian," she called. "No," he said. "Please, call me devil, demon, monster or whatever name you feel like if that will help you release your grudges."