Dante Devil May Cry Reboot Novels & Stories

Cody even tried to grab my hand, but Noah stepped in to block him. “Emily, I know I was wrong. I’ll never listen to my mom again. “Because of my sister, I lost my job. Yet, my mom still wants me to get her out of prison. I’m really starting to hate her! “From now on, I’ll only listen to you. Please forgive me. Just look at me, Emily. Please?” I remembered how, in my last life, I had begged their family in the same pitiful way. Cody’s response back then had been, “You brought this on yourself. You deserve it.”

"Don't worry, Angelo. I have more proof. Liliana gave me a 'little secret' to confirm the intel was real." He paused, his eyes turning dangerous. "She told me that to prove her love, she set the device's activation key to the date we first met. A secret only she would know." My blood ran cold. That was my private passcode, set to the anniversary of my mother's death! In my past life, Riccardo only learned that after he'd broken my family and tortured the truth from my lips! There’s no way he could know that now. Unless… I saw the smug smile on his face, and a horrifying realization slammed into me. He was reborn, too.

Two guards stepped forward, their dark gazes sweeping over me. “State your business.” I lifted my hands slightly. “I came to negotiate.” They searched me. Smart men. But I hadn’t come armed. I was the weapon. One of them nodded and pushed the door open. I stepped inside and froze. Behind a sleek glass desk, dressed in black, sat Dante Castillo. The Devil of the Underworld. I knew him as the most ruthless man alive. A legend in criminal circles. A man whose empire was so tightly woven that even governments feared him.

They were almost out when the final trap triggered. As they emerged from the building, a new figure stepped out from behind a row of armored vehicles. Tall. Cold. Familiar in a way that made Leo’s blood freeze. It was Valeria’s son — Leo’s cousin, a man named Dante who had supposedly died in the final estate explosion. He was alive. And he was holding a detonator. “Hello, cousin,” Dante said with a cruel smile. “You really thought killing my mother would be the end? The True Blood was always just the beginning. The cartel is done waiting. They want your bloodline or your head. And I’ve already given them both options.”

He took another step forward, his heavy, iron boots cracking the marble with every stride. "The scrapper doesn't leave the site until the iron is cleared, old woman," Dante rumbled, his grey eye burning with a dark, smoky fire that outshone her stolen violet light. "And this whole room is scrap." Dante didn't use a blade. He wrapped his massive, iron-crusted arms around the base of the five-story server column, his muscles bulging until the scars on his back split open, pouring red-gold "Grit-Fire" directly into the machine's cooling intake.

I and Dante made a sharp pivot and my gaze fell upon a young handsome man, probably Dante's age, coming towards us. His chestnut brown hair was slick, cascading down the nape of his neck. His brows were full and his eyes carried a shade of ocean blue but I noticed an awful straight scar that was indented next to his left eye. That must have been deep. He was as tall as Dante and he was equally muscular. But overall, he was good looking. His smile was rather infectious too. "Ah Valentine Greco. If I'm the devil then what are you?" Dante asked with a brow slightly raised.

But the second I chose James, I threw it all away to play the docile Luna. Didn't matter that my bloodline was purer. He never doubted he could keep me on a leash. This time? He couldn't be more wrong. *** In the days that followed, I played the weak card—too tired to do even basic Luna stuff, stuck in bed "for the pup." Only a total idiot gets reborn and still breaks her back for the guy who ruined her. Without me running things, James spiraled. Alpha life? Already hectic. Without his Luna? Chaos.

Into the open space between the two forces. I follow, staying just behind her like she ordered. The late afternoon sun is blinding after being inside. I squint against it. And see him. Dante. Standing in the center of his men. Arms crossed. Face carved from stone. But his eyes... Oh god. His eyes are red. Not gold like I've always seen. Not the amber-gold of his Lycan side. Red. Pure, burning red Like blood. Like fire. Like nothing I've ever seen before.

Don’t get me wrong, I completely understand that we are very much a part of the business they did want in the first place so they have to keep up appearances and make themselves known. If anyone of my guys should be feared it would be Dante. He’s the jokester, the fool everyone thinks can’t be serious. Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers.

"You're okay, I guess." The rest of the ride was quiet. When the car stopped, I stormed out. After I slammed the door, I heard him call my name. I turned, confused, and saw Daniel's face half-hidden in the shadows. He spoke softly. "The truth is, it wasn't Jeffrey who comforted you back then. It was me. Jeffrey poisoned Bobby and killed him." I felt like I had been hit by lightning and just stared at him. "Why should I believe you?" "The white frangipani flower, remember?"