Catarina Devon Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

Devina said and Sambora Canto marched out. With the way she was dressed, you needed no one to tell you she was a the leader of the hunters. Devina and Aiden had blood all over their face as a result of the war making her not to recognize Devina, she couldn't recognize her as well as she had scales all over her face and her hairs were like dried branches of trees. She was indeed beyond imagining. She dashed at them speedily and the dodged her hair. Devina pushed her hand forward directing lightning from her fingers straight at her.

I hope to see Calvin soon, I know Eva would surely take care of him. To evade suspicion and being noticed, I changed to a maid and changed my appearance to look ugly to avoid attention. I would totally fit in with my new nature. As a maid, it was easy to get information from inside but it would be difficult to get close to Devon. The Lycan blood pack is now in a state of unrest because of Devon's manipulation while everything on his side was at peace. The goddess being a spirit that stands on the side of light while Devon stands on the side of darkness. Her celestial name is Devon, no one knows this except her children who are on the dark side. One of them was Susanna, my mother , who had dr

Furetera Diegos~a former noble who had been vangquished from her ruined homeland and became a servant to the royal family of Devion of the Dominium Empire. And........ Katrina Fae Devion~the abandoned princess of the empires Devion royal family. Most beloved daughter of former Queen, a saintess from the Avle's tribe.

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.

And besides with everything going on in my life, I think I needed this kind of embrace too. "Hey, that's bad," Damien whined. "You almost knocked me down," he complained, walking toward us. I could hear the sadness in his voice as he approached. "Hey, Mrs. Caterina!" he squeals like a child, making us burst into laughter. I still can't believe that this is the devil that I was married to. Mrs. Caterina nods at me and breaks the hug before turning to face Damien, who's standing there groaning like a child. "I have to say, you have good eyes and taste," she compliments him, but the devil just shrugs his shoulders proudly, smiling like he just won a trophy.

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

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.