Dante Devil May Novels & Stories

“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.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

"He is Valentin Rostislav, the ruthless Alpha of the Crown Heart Pack. From his pack to the underworld, his reputation is infamous, and he is a real psycho." "There is no way I am going to distract a man that is capable of killing me with the snap of his fingers. He is a demon lycan, and I am just a human girl that is easy to snap like a twig." I was enraged when one of the humans pointed a gun at her head and impressed by the lack of fear in her eyes. When she got slapped by that bastard she called brother, I wanted to get involved and tear him apart, so I took a step in that direction, but Alexei appeared in front of me and assured me.

"Well, then I'll be the one to go first..." "No, I'll go first" "I'm quite good, I'll go first" A smirk lingered at the corner of her lips as she watched the other gamblers stopped their games to fight for a night with her. It's really good to be beautiful and sexy. In less than a minute, everyone turned against each other and fought, throwing stuffs around the bar. The bar man hid to seek shelter from the objects hurled in his direction, Anastasia seems unwavering even as cups broke before her feet, one hit her in the temple.

Dante was beaming, dressed in a fine suit as he stood at an award ceremony. It seemed as if it was for an Italian wine company. Dante owned that legal company? Matthias had thought he only did illegal shit. Scrolling through the web, he couldn't find much about Dante until he came across a link to his I*******m. Tapping on it, he was brought to an account with five million followers. In every photo of Dante, he looked like perfection, gorgeous as sin. He was the true definition of a devil in a suit. If Matthias hadn't seen him kill, he wouldn't have believed it.

And someone new has entered the game. I folded the page once, slow. “Il Burattinaio… the Puppeteer.” Luca nodded. “Old ghost. Older than Rosetti. Men like him don’t come out of hiding unless they’re planning something big.” A shift in the underworld. A new hierarchy forming. My father’s death created a vacuum — and vacuums invite vultures. “Anything else?” I asked. Luca hesitated, scratching his jaw the way he does when he hates what he’s about to say.

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

My mind was still replaying it, his forehead pressed to her temple, his voice dropping into that low Italian growl, calling her amore mio arrabbiato(my angry love) like she was something precious instead of a collared problem we bought for ten million. Could he have fallen for her? Nah. Impossible. Dante is the steel spine of this pack. The oldest. The leader. The one who taught us how to kill clean, how to rule without apology. He’s a psychopath, sure, same as the rest of us but his is surgical. Controlled. Mine? Mine’s a fucking wildfire. Ryker’s is a blade that likes to play. Asher’s is a quiet, smiling abyss. But Dante’s rage is ice. Precise. He doesn’t lose control. Ever.

My heart began beating rapidly, causing a ringing in my ears. “ Drums down heart. We need the money.” When the doors slid open, I almost bolted. But I didn't. Running won't feed me or bring back my mother's jewelry. Dante stood at the windows like he owned the world which, let’s be honest, he probably did. I mean, he is Dante Moretti after all. He was wearing a black shirt, its sleeves rolled up, veins lined his forearms as well as a snake tattoo. He has broad shoulders. And an ass that could make a nun reconsider her vows. When he turned, his gaze snapped me out of lustful thoughts.

After he left I found out he was Natalie's older brother Santino, but everyone calls him Saint. He was obviously not a Saint like his name suggested. He has killed more people than I could count and he has ruined the lives of many more. He was the devil himself. Well, that's what Natalie said, not that I cared about that, I need to stay as far away from him as i possibly could, until i run away from here. But where do I go after I run?