Blood Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

He stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. He looked infuriatingly calm. Ronan Blackwood I've been too shocked to recognise him last night but now - fuck! Ronan Blackwood the rumoured devil. I had no idea if I should scream or just laugh because how the hell did I end up with the devil himself? “You had no right,” I said, my voice low, hard. “I saved your life.” he responded calmly. “You took it.” I marched toward him, heat burning through my chest. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t give me a choice. You just—scooped me up like I was some damsel who needed a knight.”

He gently showed that away. "You know," he said, his voice low and seductive, "I'd much rather taste another kind of berry." Hema raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Is that so?" Zayden nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's a berry that, once tasted, will make you remember me all day."

Serrano wanted her blood almost as much as Marek wanted Lucian’s throat. That was the currency Marek carried. And tonight, he intended to spend it. “Tell Serrano,” Marek murmured, his tone like ice cutting glass, “that I bring him the girl who made him bleed. His vengeance gift.” Back at Pier 9, Elias’s fire roared higher, thick smoke coiling into the sky like a beacon of war. The warehouses collapsed inward, steel groaning as it buckled, sparks raining down like meteors. Serrano’s veins had been cut, his supply lines bleeding out into the sea.

This time she did not argue. The bond burned hot and clear between them. More figures emerged from the dark, circling the ruined arch. Elira drew a blade from beneath her cloak. Logan’s eyes deepened to that unnatural gold. One of the creatures smiled with too many teeth. Then, from somewhere far deeper in the forest, a second howl rose. Not wolf. Not human. Something older. And every hunter dropped to one knee.

He threw a black credit chip at the stunned vendor and grabbed a basket. My breath caught. He grabbed a fruit with a bright, sunrise-orange rind. A citrus variety notorious for its high photochemical content—a concentrated essence of sunlight in liquid form. Deadly to vampires in large doses. Agonizing to any with vampiric blood in their system. He started shoving the peeled segments into his mouth, juice running down his chin.

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

On top of it was more than 10 over fruits in all sorts of weird shapes. Each of the fruits looked like that of a human’s face; a human’s face that was from hell as it had a menacing and ferocious expression. The surrounding area of the tree was engulfed in a very dense, malicious-looking black air. Lucas was not far away from the rest of the gene martial artists. He was standing on a treetop, observing the scene. He too got a shock. He had never thought that there was such a horrifying fruit. 'Indeed a devilish item, perhaps only someone from the Dark Race can develop such a fruit.'