Blood Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

He clicked his fingers and a book bigger than bother of them appeared from nowhere. "This is the special devil fruit", Master Damien joked.

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.

It was like an answer. I crouched down, gazing at the fruit, my breath quickening. This wasn’t just any wild fruit. I knew it. My mother had shown it to me once in a dream, years ago. She had told me its name, the power it held. A fruit so rare that only the most ancient of trees produced it. It was called the Lunaris Blossom, a fruit that could heal the most grievous of wounds, temper the body, and even restore the life force of a wolf, should it be on the brink of death.

It was now the environment my choices lived inside. His phone lit up, not a call, but a secure channel alert. He read it once. Then again. And for the first time since dawn, his expression changed. Not fear. Recognition. “Well,” he said softly. “That didn’t take long.” “Who?” I asked. He turned the screen toward me. A symbol. Not a name. A black geometric mark I didn’t recognize, three intersecting lines forming something like a broken crown. “Do I know this?” I asked.

This was my masterpiece: the Solstice Strain. I had spent months distilling the agony of Dante’s death and the corrupted remnants of the serum into this. It wasn’t designed to kill the Roux pack. Killing was too quick, too merciful. No, this was a viral psychic pathogen. Once introduced into the bond, it would act like a cancer. It would feed on the love, the desire, and the protective instincts of the mate bond, twisting them until the very sight of Arielle caused Girard physical pain. I wanted to watch the “Devil of Marseille” tear his own heart out because he could no longer stand to be near the woman he loved.

“Even after I’ve filled you three times today.” Adrian moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. His hole was slick and swollen, leaking Luca’s cum from earlier, but it still clenched greedily around his thick cock. Luca leaned over him, chest pressed to Adrian’s back, and bit down on his shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? Being used by the devil while the world hunts us.” “Yes,” Adrian gasped. “God yes.”

After I shouted to choose Matteo, my mother, Sofia, looked down at me in shock. "Lia, what are you talking about?! You just told me yesterday that Vincenzo treats you the best. Why are you choosing Matteo now?" Matteo had a terrible reputation among the Families. Everyone said he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, with enough blood on his hands to stain the entire river red. I used to hide whenever I saw him, crying and begging my mother to hold me. But they would never know that in my last life, the terrifying Diavolo Sanguinario was the only one who avenged my mother and me.

It was a dragon fruit. The vivid pink and green colors hit my eyes like a physical blow, dragging my consciousness backward through time. This was the exact same exotic fruit I had lovingly given to Stefan on the very night everything in my normal life started to fall apart. It was the fateful night when a wave of brand new, terrifying problems that I didn't even begin to understand started to aggressively hunt me down.