Dante Devil May Cry Reboot Novels & Stories

"How many of you do I have to kill before you get the message?" "As many as it takes to stabilize the Ledger," the Vessels said in unison. They moved together. A synchronized wall of his own lover’s face. Dante didn't hesitate. He dived into the center of the group. He wasn't a soldier anymore; he was a demolition crew. He grabbed the first Vessel by the arm and snapped the bone with a dry pop. He used her body as a shield, absorbing the strikes of the others. He felt the sting of a blade across his ribs, the warm slide of his own blood, but he didn't slow down. He drove his elbow into a Vessel’s jaw, the teeth shattering like porcelain.

"Thank you. For this. For everything." "Just come back for her. She needs her mother." Marcus and I drove back to the city in silence. It was 3 AM when we reached Manhattan. "Where are we going?" Marcus asked. "Bella Vista. Salvatore's restaurant. I'm going to make a deal with the devil." "Let me come with you." "No. If this goes wrong, Emma needs you. You're the only person she trusts besides me." "Bethany—" "Promise me. If I don't come out of this restaurant, if something happens to me, you get Emma from Rebecca and you disappear. Change your names. Start over. Give her the childhood I can't."

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

It was the one she had stolen from Alan's computer last night while he was in the shower. In her previous life, all her misfortunes and hells started from this night ten years ago. Fate, indeed, was like a reincarnation. She was reborn. Back ten years ago. Heaven had actually given her a second chance to choose a chance. "Alan..." Diana stumbled up and chased him out. He had just left, it was still not too late. Never let Alan give up the project in the eastern suburbs, never! Underground parking lot.

“That’s why I’m going to destroy the entire cycle.” Dante’s smirk faltered as the confidence in his eyes dimmed, and he visibly trembled with his gun in hand. He understood now. He was going to die here. Dante let out a hollow, breathless laugh. “You really think you’re any different from me?” Adrian remained silent. He simply pulled the trigger. The Devil Falls The bullet found its mark, slamming Dante in the chest. He staggered, gasping as his breath hitched. The gun slipped from his fingers and clattered against the floor. He wavered, his notorious smirk fading—his desire to make a clever remark vanished.

If anything, he wasn't satisfied. He needs her to be on her knees, pleading, begging him to take her back. “ A devil I've known is better than a newly found angel in silk,” she said with her eyes dropping. He smirked. He doesn't mind being called the devil. But something was off, she wasn't just looking hurt. He could feel it deep in his bones, that—that mysterious man he met last night, had done something to her. Something to make her look scared, guilty, and…helpless.

“Because I’m not scared of you. You were supposed to be dead. Lucas doesn’t need you anymore.” Rachel smirked. “But I’m not dead. I was reborn. And I heard you were too. When I came back, I made up my mind, I’m taking my man back. My husband. So pack up, sweetheart. You’re leaving us alone.” Before I could answer, the door opened again. This time, I hoped and prayed, it was Lucas, ready to stop this madness. But it wasn’t. A small boy stepped inside. He looked about five, with the same eyes, the same hair, the same expression as Lucas.

The bartender came forward and filled up our glasses again, “Are you aware your mother is paying Novan to get married to you?!” He said immediately the bartender stepped away, I slowly picked up my glass again and took a sip from it. I wanted to be surprised but nothing in this life can surprise me again, I mean it would actually take a lot of brain work for somehow to actually get me shocked in this my second life. “You knew?” Damon asked, I dropped my wine glass back on the table and shook my head raising my shoulder in a shrug,

“I will find you.” I looked up at the moon, its light cutting through the clouds like a blade. “You hear me, Damon?” I whispered into the night. “You can take his body, hide him in shadows, drown the bond in your filth, but you can’t keep him from me. Not again.” Because if there was one thing Damon had forgotten, it was that I wasn’t the same woman he killed in the last life. I was reborn. And this time, I wasn’t his victim. I was his reckoning.

“Kara dear, let me give you one last advice huh? Considering our past relationship.” She leaned down so her lips were close to my ears then whispered. “In your next life darling, don't be so good. That just makes you live a hard. And. Pathetic. Life.” I gripped the sheets as tight as I could even though I didn't have enough strength make a ball with my fist. The door to the ICU opened and closed. David walked in as she walked out. “ Plug the machine back and come out.” She whispered to him on her way out .