Black Devil Fruits Novels & Stories

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

"Who sent you to kill agent Torres? Now before you give me another stupid answer, consider the fact that I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to make it slow." His eyes narrowed and I continued. "You think whoever sent you is terrifying? you're about to know the true meaning of terror." I told him. "Is whatever they're paying you worth your life?" Suddenly, the man burst into laughter. "I'm not afraid of you Rafael Santiago. The black smoke gang is nothing but a relic from the past. You're all nothing but pussies now, too afraid to make the news. Kill me if you want, but_" I whipped out my gun and fired before he could say anything else, my bullet ripping through the back of his throat and s

Below us, the lead intruder finally moved; removing his helmet. I leaned closer. Recognition hit like ice water. “No,” I whispered. Dominic’s gaze sharpened. “You know him.” “Not personally,” I said. “But I know the organization.” “Say it.” “Black Meridian.” Even Dominic went still for a fraction of a second. Black Meridian didn’t do scouting raids. They acquired leverage assets. Intelligence extraction. Coercive bargaining. Precision destabilization. “They’re not here to kill,” I said quietly. “They’re here to take.”

As the feast continued, the Orcs began to bring something they called "ale" which was fermented water with special types of seeds and herbs who they added something sweet named death fruit juice. Death Fruit was a grotesque fruit that grew in the dry and black-colored leafless trees near the swamp, they formed every 10 years after enough souls were gathered in such strange trees, and the fruits would take the shape of dry and agonizing human-like faces. The Orcs would collect such fruits and open their hard interior to find a sweet, red-colored interior. It was the only sweet food available in the entire area.

The Deathbringers was a pack led by an incredibly powerful leader—Alpha Kane, but everyone called him the Devil Alpha. It was rumoured that his eyes were pitch black during transformation, a color that no Alpha had ever had. Some said he got it by making a deal with the devil while others claimed he was the devil. I agree with the latter. He had to be the devil, believing otherwise would mean that there was something worse than him out there. That in itself, was a more terrifying thought.

“So where is this Deleima and what gossips do you have on this place?” Jai asked Darrion as they flew above the flower meadow in the South Gate. “Southward from our beautiful castle walls. The famous thing from that village is the Derima fruit. It tastes sweet and sour, and it’s a bit addicting to eat it one by one,” Darrion chuckled, seemingly having reminiscence of him eating the fruit. “You know how small bits it is, and what’s the most charming from it was that it doesn’t have any seeds! The tiny fruits are the seeds, and we can eat them like normal fruit flesh! How cool is that?!”

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"

PEBBLES' POV Sardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent. With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and dar