Beowulf Devil May Cry 3 Novels & Stories

Perhaps it was due to Wu Xuan’er’s higher cultivation, Little Yin felt she’s now more sensitive to the abundance of death qi surrounding the three intruders, who seemed to be flashing signs in front of her about their real identities. The One-Eyed Berserker was a lion statue worshiped in some ancient temple where human children were used as living sacrifices. The lady with the iron fan was a skeleton of a human nourished by death qi, thus causing her to gain enlightenment as an evil spirit. The third man in a black robe was a human cultivator who practiced the demonic arts of absorbing yin within his body. The thing was…they were all cultivators practicing the laws under Little Yin’s domain.

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

* Boom* a very loud like explosion sound was heard from where the devil and Celea fell, the interaction made the whole ground shake and even crack Celea had the upper hand in this fight but the devil isn't gonna give up just like that he then looked in the direction of Azar and Celea let her guard down to make sure Azar is still alive, he was indeed safe, she fell into the devils trap of making her lower her guard he then stood up very fast and stubbed her with his sword

Halsey watched as Dwight stepped forward, yanking the Stormborn Devil away with a powerful motion. The Stormborn Devil quickly regained his composure and snarled, his face twisting in rage. "You brat! How dare you ruin my fun!" With that, the Stormborn Devil swung a punch at Dwight. Dwight, agile and quick, effortlessly dodged the blow and retaliated with a punch to the Stormborn Devil's stomach. With a loud bang, the Stormborn Devil crashed into the side of the car, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

Dominic continued typing commands into the terminal, launching defensive countermeasures that corralled the attackers, turning the terminal into a deadly trap. Minutes stretched like hours, each second filled with tension, adrenaline, and unspoken connection. Their shoulders brushed as they moved side by side, elbows bumping, hands close but focused. Each shared glance carried more than just survival, it carried trust, desire, and a simmering fire neither had admitted yet. The attackers surged again, this time more recklessly. Elara fired in controlled bursts, taking down two more before a third lunged toward her side. Dominic reacted instantly, his rifle cutting the man down with a single,

Pain exploded in his shoulder as it scraped against the rough bricks. “You think hiding behind Vito makes you untouchable?” the scarred man hissed, pressing the knife against Aiden’s side. “Matteo sends his regards.” Aiden swung wildly, his fist connecting with the man’s jaw. It wasn’t much, but it bought him a second. He tried to run toward the door, but the other guy tackled him from behind. They crashed to the dirty ground together. A boot slammed into his ribs. Another kick landed on his thigh.

It still sits right on my neck; a wicked reminder that I don't belong to myself anymore, but to three devils. “st…stop” I whisper, my voice cracking and raw. “I..I can wash myself, please” The head maid frowns, not bothering to look at me as she pours a thick, gold oil on my shoulders. “You're wanted perfect by the Triad, Lilith” she says, her eyes hardening. “And we received orders to make sure you're….perfect” she then grabs another bottle of oil. “Your mother's dead. Don't ruin your already swollen face with more tears”

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"