Corazon Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

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.

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

Each step was a mockery of the seven vows that were supposed to unite a couple in love and trust. Instead, she was bound to him in hatred and chains. By the time they finished the seventh round, Hema’s legs felt weak, her breathing ragged. Pandit said to apply red sindoor on her forehead.. Her body screamed at her to run, to fight back. But before she could even lift a hand, Zayden grasped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His fingers dipped into the powder, and in one deliberate stroke, he smeared the red line across her parted hair.

--- Later that evening, she asked around about him. No one seemed to know much. Some said he transferred from another pack. Others whispered he’d once been banished, but no one could remember why. “He’s like the red moon,” one girl said dreamily. “You don’t see him often, but when you do, you can’t look away.” Leora didn’t know what to believe. But that night, she caught herself smiling at the memory of his calm voice, the way his words lingered long after he was gone.

I could not meet his eyes. “But I was not going to harm her in any way,” I retorted, while keeping my head lowered. “Liar! You almost slapped me in the face!” Cora yelled as more tears streamed down her face. That was when it hit me. Cora was a snake. The most vile and the most poisonous snake I had ever met in my life. Her tongue was coated with sugar, but at the same time, it had venom. Her way with words made me utterly sick. I clenched my fists and glared at her.

She asked tentatively. "Just an unqualified replacement. There are plenty like her." "You have found many girls that look similar to Coraline?" "Right. I've searched all over the world. They look like her, but they are not like her at all. None of them has her pureness, her innocence, and her smiles." Miya couldn't help wondering how many girls had been killed and how their families would feel. Where has he got the power to do so?! However, knowing better how cruel he could be, Miya thought she'd better not ask any more questions.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

“A SEER.” With the title and the word that snaps her out and back unto the reality, yet too late to even react of find her way out from the predicament that she is pin unto. The devil with the striking crimson red eyes smiles hellishly in return. With her porcelain bracelet that is illuminated by the mark and symbol of Leo and Ophiuchus, none of them both sees or even finds it recognizable. He draws a sinister smile, as he just found the perfect prey, yet rather his perfect pet to be with. In this hell of a world and book, he is forced to be living, HE surely gives him the surprise he could never say no with.

She had a lot of questions anyway. "Then, what was the distinct characteristic of the devils compared to the other races?" "All of us had purple eyes." Minerva was still. "Really?" Then why did the devils that invaded the Larin Continent have dead grey eyes? That was written in the history books! Their eyes met and Harika once again said, "Next question." Her lips thinned. Seriously, why were there too many restricted questions? "Okay, then why was the fallen Kingdom of Sora named after you?"

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