Catarina Devon Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

said Aru to which Shivay glared at him And was ready to leave when again Aru stopped him "What the hell is your problem Aru" Coming closer to him, "Ho, hello, I'm here not has your BFF, but has a father, remember don't hurt my Doll, I know the Devil you just keep in mind to control your Devil" To which Shivay smirked and looked at his delicate flower and back at Aru and said "Don't worry, I'm the heal" saying he carried her in bridal style while she gasped

Cara puella", he whispers and rubs his gnarled and chalky hands and slither towards her, only stopping when he is close enough that she can smell the rotten stench from his body. Charot's appearance can scare anyone. He is a master demon with cat like eyes, that glow in a peculiar light blue color, reminding her of a dying star. His ears are pointed, and claws like a cat ready to fight. His nose is two black angular holes deeply set into his pale face. His whole demeanor sends out a signal that this is a creature not to be taken lightly. His wings hang motionless along his bony body, and when he speaks you can glimpse white fangs.

“My, my, Caterina, how cold you’ve become! Don’t you care about your poor niece and what you’re about to do to her?” Luna Caterina rolls her eyes. “It’s all for the greater good,” she says, the left side of her mouth twitching, but she doesn’t meet my eyes. There’s not an evil bone in this woman’s body and I can tell that just acting heartless is taking its toll on her. Marle laughs out loud and raises an eyebrow. “Have you been tempting darkness? You know, Tiarin did the same after Xamnir - she found herself a consort in the evilest deity-”

They cursed their inability at the moment and promised to serve their master well in order to receive the same attention their leader acquired tonight. “Don’t let me down.” Maru was tired of emotionless mannequins beside him. Same with close minded cultivators he encountered before. But after he saw Devon not masking his desire to please him, Maru decided that he liked people like this one very much. A whole lot more than the former two. Devon was not complicated. Unlike the others he’d met before who made his head ached just by remembering them.

Not in that way. I love her so much that I’m willing to let her go. Leave her be, like what she wanted. “Dev!” My idiot best friend sauntered in like he owns the place, I don’t know why I’m friends with him. He’s been coming into my office like he’s working here. “We’ve been invited to Katarina’s party later. She’s been blowing up my phone asking for you.” he plonks himself down on the chair in front of my desk, raises his boots on the seat adjacent to it, and takes the fountain pen on my crystal nameplate.

Devon said, with a smile “I still have work to do,” Cathy said. “Your job is to drink with me.” He raised his chin and said. “Oh,” Cathy nodded, “What about the work?” “I will still give you money. When you are drunk. You can go back to sleep. The salary will still be yours.” He said. Cathy then smiled. Although her face was very ugly and there was scar on it. Her eyes were very bright, like shining stars. Devan like this pair of eyes. He jumped down from the tree and was ready to pick up Cathy and jumped back on the tree.

A heartless devil had just arrived. The car door creaked open, and a figure stepped out. The aura he carried spoke of noticeable danger. Dressed in all black, his almost perfectly chiseled features sent fear into those who dared to look. His deep, cold, piercing brown eyes, prominent cheekbones, sharp nose, and well-curved jawline gave him the visage of a demigod who doesn't smile. His V-shaped masculinity was perfect for a devil. Aurelio. Even though he's a devil, that didn't stop some people from having a crush on him.

A ruthless underworld heir and a disgraced investigative journalist are forced into a fake engagement that ignites a dangerous, all-consuming passion. Their love is tested by betrayal, power struggles, and a conspiracy that threatens to destroy them both.

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an