Corazon Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

she laughed excitedly, “He had to have a powerful amulet on him, the one made by witches!” “What do you mean saying “made by witches”?!” I called, nervously. “There is an amulet called “cor inane” which means “empty heart”. It requires any kind of object that is later filled with the power of the witch or even many witches. The amulet is set to devour magic aimed at the amulet's owner. The more witches charge the amulet, the more powerful it becomes. I bet that if it blocked your magic then it had to be charged by someone as powerful as the eldest,” Kira stated confidently.

His eyes softened just before he looked away from me. I nodded and took the seated meditation and shut my eyes as I thought of the horrible implications of what Cora’s touch had done to him. If her touch burnt it, it was because she was replicating its purpose— to subdue the beast, to offer him a feeling of humanity— and the crystal’s energy clashed with hers.

she chuckled at her joke. “Earth and wind could make a tornado,” she knew that wind was my strongest ability, so all of her examples included my wind ability. “What is it going to be like?” I blurted out my question to her, “The battle when Hermes opens the portal that could let the angels and demons loose… what will it be like?” Kora took one of the red roses and plucked it, holding it in her palm, the rose slowly melted and began dripping between her fingers, looking like blood. I nodded my head in understanding.

Just as he pondered this, his gaze landed on the flood python's corpse. Beneath the python's abdomen, a faint warmth radiated outward. Intrigued, Chase inspected the area, only to find a translucent, gem-like fruit, embedded within its flesh. The fruit resembled a peach pit, but its surface was a glowing crimson-gold, adorned with intricate runes. "Is that the Crimson Gold Fire Spiritual Fruit?" Chase immediately recognized its worth. This was a rare treasure, capable of refining a warrior's body and enhancing their physique. Yet something felt off.

The heart of the deer is being offered to the devil. “Pacular, I want more than that, I want to eat human's heart, what I want is not the hearts of animals. I wish to eat human with pure souls hidden within them, Pacular, bring them to me and I will make you immortal, serving Greedius is the right way to make you possible Be the master of time. Believe in me.” “Yes sir, as long as you wish, I will give you everything.” Pacular smiled, his eyes were only filled with hatred, he coughed, his appearance was extremely weak. However, in that darkness, he smiled a strange smile.

A large burst of red energy rippled around her, an energy so intense, that it caused the Serpentine and Kairos to stumble back into the sand like a heavy aftershock experience. Scarlett shook free from her captors' hold as a glow of red energy emitted from all around her. Cora and her gang of Serpentine managed to bounce back from the shockwave burst. Cora's eyes sparked wide in amazement. He caught Scarlett's purely enraged face. Her fangs fully out, her blue eyes now a bloody red. The tresses of her ginger red hair were floating around, almost as if she was some sort of a malevolent witch.

This was the real cost of the empire Sandro had built. This was the devil she had married. Yet beneath the revulsion, a twisted attraction stirred. The way he stood there, powerful and unyielding, blood on his hands because someone had dared threaten her… it unlocked a primal part of her she hated herself for acknowledging. Her body still hummed from their earlier encounters, and now this raw display of dominance only heightened the conflicting pull inside her. She was horrified. She was also, shamefully, drawn to the monster who would burn the world to keep her safe.

And she responded to me immediately, as if she was looking forward to that moment for many years. I became the princess of the storm, the queen of hell, the daughter of Lucifer... And my veins were filled with the pure heat of the flames of hell, and my eyes... they burned when I opened them again, and by the shock on the faces of the four possessed women, I knew that they were no longer made of that whiskey brown color of the human body, but of the dark pink, magenta, coming from the infernal soul underneath.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.