Custom Devil Fruits Novels & Stories

For what felt like a skyrocket, a figure shot upward to the sky and stood just a few inches from where Zeus was and was also floating on air. Darkness blazed everywhere, and it became so hideous that made Lucas and Draco fall to their knees but as expected Zeus was the only one left standing. The devil had emerged, and he was just like the replica of Lucas. Same features, but only that the Devil's hair was darker and he had a crest on his forehead. “Hello son.” Luci the devil spoke while facing his back at Lucas. Lucas, who was on his knees, finally felt a little strength surging around him, and he quickly got up.

I chuckled, asking for a second option if the sword failed. “That's why I have these Twin devils”

Then the sight. Rows of sealed containers stretched the length of the bay, stacked two, three high. Each was stamped with Lucian’s insignia: a black sun split by a blade. Some glowed faintly from within, others hummed with low vibrations that crawled across her skin. She didn’t need to know what they held. She already knew enough to understand it was worse than she could imagine. Her stomach clenched. “God.” “Not God,” Marek said grimly. “Lucian.”

She wanted that kind of life. In Ha glanced back at her hand. "Ah, this is too cute ..." In Ha muttered. She returned to take the black one. She didn't need any extra accessories and this sexy lingerie could be safely hidden underneath her outfit. She stood up, picked up the red devil's lingerie before turning towards her full body mirror. "I prefer the black one." "Aaaaakhh!" In Ha screamed when she heard a male voice. Her hand reflexively hid the item in her hand. Arthur stood behind her holding the doorknob. A small grin hung at the corner of his lips.

After Leilani spoke, a creature stepped forward. He was a handsome young man that looked to be in his twenties and was dressed very glamorously. His appearance would easily attract the attention of women. He said confidently, “Princess Leilani, I’ll definitely become one of your teammates.” “He’s a prodigy from the Devil Race.” “I heard he’s very powerful and is a Quasi-Acmean. It took him a very short time to reach his current rank.”

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you stick around, yours would be consumed as well.” He stood up, watching the way she sat motionless on the floor, his heart going out to her but he knew she needs to understand how evil and heartless he can be, how he can never give her that happily ever after story she wants so badly but rather pain and torment. He needed her to understand that they can never

“I can do that, as impossible is out from the picture and in my very own dictionary. I’ll help you as I will accompany you. I’ll be your key to open the forbidden doors that you shouldn’t be as it is your greatest sin and taboo. But I will have my way as I will see everything that I wanted to see and keep my secret as the bargain from the end of this. So, do we have a deal?” A devil that he is, as the shard soul of the original him that he becomes is corrupted with the darkness, unlike the others. She smiles as she agrees, anticipating such a thing, but she doesn’t have any objection or anything in between. Wherein her word echoes. “Deal.” Satisfied and more than, Arius waves his scythe all

Not thinking that. Adom finds the 'too perfect' clan leader enjoying some of his servants in the cellar, most of them being female and all of them barely clothed. The devil extends both of his hands, cats eyes glowing as smoke begins to fill up the room. "What?" the vampire leader barks as his meal starts to disappear. "What is the meaning of this? Who dares-?" Adom snaps his fingers and the smoke disappears, along with all the people. The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy.

I’m not usually into people as cruel as he is, but I guess I have the mate bond to thank for this unwanted, infuriating attraction. “Why are you staring at me?” he asks suddenly, not even glancing my way. Heat floods my cheeks, but I refuse to look away now that I’ve been caught. “Why not?” His jaw tightens. “Like what you see, do you?” “Nope,” I say, injecting as much disdain into my voice as I can manage. “Just committing to memory the face of the devil. You know, so if I’m ever asked to draw one, I’ll have a reference.”