Dante Devil May Cry Fanart Novels & Stories

I tell him and went into the kitchen. I prepared two cups of hot chocolate and went to the laundry for a pair of black sweat pants and a white shirt. The shirt belongs to Felix but the pants is from Marielle Corp. I went back to the living room and almost dropped everything I was holding in my hands. There he was,Dante was standing there naked . I gulped and turn red,I couldn't take my eyes off him. He has gotten more tattoos on her torso up to his chest. His right chest has Ireal's name engraved in wings.

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

Arya Santanu's breathing was so heavy, the vapor of her breath had a very hot temperature. "Die ...." Arya Santanu moved very quickly. With one hand, the young man grabbed one of the bandit's faces. Slowly his hand turned into a demonic hand. Hot steam emerged from the cracks in his hand. The demon hand looked like flowing lava. And the lava came from his blood that changed shape. ARGH!!!

I threatened shakily, but I actually meant it. Dare-Devil chuckled, a sound like made me shake even more. “I thought you were going to threaten me with that boyfriend of yours…Dante De Luca is his name, right?” Dare-Devil asked. My fear became heightened, but Dante didn’t seem fazed at all. I was beginning to wonder how he could seem so calm and collected when I recalled that actually, he was just like them. The only difference was that Dante De Luca wasn’t into something illegal.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

“Cry for your devil. Let the entire South hear who owns this cunt.” She shattered a second time—harder, longer—walls spasming in violent waves that dragged a roar from my chest. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I fucked her through it, pace turning feral, chasing the edge of her pleasure and shoving her straight into a third. Only when she was limp and shaking, voice hoarse from screaming, did I let the hellfire surge higher. The veins beneath my skin glowed molten gold. My cock swelled again—impossibly thicker, longer, the knot ballooning until it burned at her rim with every thrust. A demonic gift I’d never unleashed on anyone else. One that would mark her from the inside out.

He adjusted his suit jacket, though his eyes were still burning with the fire of L'Oscuro. He looked down at Mateo, who was still on his knees. "You thought you were inviting a tech CEO to a birthday party." Dante whispered, his voice dangerously calm. "You forgot who I was before I built the company, Santiago." Mateo spat. “You son of…” "You invited the Devil into your house." Dante hissed. "And now you are upset that he brought hell with him." Then he casually shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around the room, his grey eyes sweeping over the terrified elite of New York.

The air thickened with the scent of fire and blood. I climbed the inner wall despite protests from guards. From there, I could see the battlefield unfolding beyond the gates. The enemy banners were black and crimson, the mark of the traitor faction we had believed weakened after Marcus’s defeat. We had been wrong. They had rebuilt. And they had come prepared. Dominic fought like something born of the storm itself. His blade moved in ruthless arcs, cutting through attackers with terrifying precision. Even from a distance, I could feel the power of him, controlled, focused, unyielding.

I hid behind a tall statue near the wall, heart slamming in my chest. My eyes wandered to the other part of the room where Dante stood, his tattoos glistened under the red light, veins bulging down his arms as he pulled on black gloves. A girl was already waiting, she was different from the one I saw that day and I noticed she was tied at the wrists, wearing nothing but lingerie. She looked like she had waited for this her whole life and Dante? He looked like a god. No, worse. Like the devil who knew your pleasure before you even whispered it.