Black Devil Fruits Novels & Stories

“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

He hoped that the cool water from the bottle could make Fewa wake up soon. On the way back to where Queenie and Fewa were, Deril saw some fruit. The land on which they landed was very fertile. Beautiful flowers, thick grass, shady trees, and delicious-looking fruits were tempting. Deril took the fruit as he could to fill their supply bags. The fruits were unusual fruits Deril encountered in their natural world. There were quadrangular fruits of yellow and delicious colour. Then another fruit of irregular shape. But all the fruit colours were bright and made Deril increasingly hungry. It would be great to eat with Queenie and Fewa. After all their supply bags were packed, Deril returned to Qu

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

The young Alpha asked his father to come along with him and his mate, for them to show the Black Blade. Once in Accashia’s room, Bathal sat on an empty chair near the door and crossed his legs. The King brought a banana and another odd fruit which Accashia called as moon-berry. A berry that grew from the ashes of the burnt bones of the Shadows, a fruit that became a delicacy. "Where is the black blade you’re talking about?" Bathal asked as he looked around the room.

"Whatever you have, Emily," The little girl pulled out from underneath the stall a basket of fruits of all shapes and colors. Each little finger pointed at each fruit and said, "The black dragon fruit helps the fire-system spirit beast increase its attack power. The blue hedgehog helps the ice-system spirit beast increase its defense; the spiny hedgehog helps the spirit beast level up; I am not sure what effect the red avocado has. Most of them come from murky forests." "Heavy goods, yes?" Aoip asked.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.