Dante From Devil May Cry Anime Novels & Stories

' I snickered remembering how I fainted right in front of him. Gio helped me get downstairs and placed me on the couch in the living room. He sits right beside me and hangs his arm around my shoulder. Dante walked in and sat on the couch next to me and Gio. 'Hello, Gracelyn. Pleasure to meet you.' 'Likewise.' I shake his outstretched hand and sit back in Gio's arm. Dante was wearing a black shirt and black jeans with neat shoes under them. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes like mine. Trust the man in black.

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.

We all looked at each other and one of them recognised me, since I am recognising him. I think his name was Dante Sire. He was made rogue by his previous alpha or something like that. He has brown short messy hair with brown eyes. His right arm has a scar that I cansee from the back of his shoulder to the top of his hand, almost reaching his middle finger.

His racing heartbeat told me that he was more than just a little furious right now. “And you are?” Aiden asked, clearly challenging Dante. The man was dumb enough to be speaking to him in such a tone let alone challenging him. Dante was literally three times the man’s size, and needless to say, he didn’t even know that he was a wolf, and even in human form, Dante could easily crush the man’s head in seconds. “The fuck date that knocked her up” Dante said, catching Aiden of guard. Jade’s eyes widened in surprise, and putting a hand on her stomach, she looked between the two of us “Dante D’Angelo”

Madonna concentrated more on Dante's voice than on the anime. "I love this story because of the main character's determination. His will was so strong he would always get back on his feet no matter how much he fall." Dante loves this anime because it was related to his life. He was bullied as a kid, and though he didn't meet a man that trained him or anything like that, Dante realized he would always be stepped on if he continue acting weak. Dante has fall and failed many times but he would always stood up, he has made himself a man of sheer will. Dante kept explaining the anime to Madonna but before the first season was over, Madonna has slept off. She rested her head on Dante's shoulder an

Malachi, the Night Hunter, held his silver blade raised as the two gray, twisted wolves prepared for the final strike. "Dante!" Helena's cry sent a jolt through the Alpha's chest. Dante threw himself off the moving motorcycle before it even stopped. He landed on all fours, his hands buried in the damp earth, his shoulders expanding beneath his skin in a surge of muscular growth that tore what little remained of his shirt. He wasn't man, but he wasn't entirely wolf either; he was a mass of fury and desperate restraint. His eyes were pure liquid gold, gleaming with an ancient hatred directed at Malachi.

That’s my last word! “Blake,” Dante said, finally. “You’re scaring her.” Relief washed over me. Partially. That was a joke? Ha-ha. So funny. “What?” the white wolf huffed. I couldn’t help but notice how casual it was with Dante and the black-furred wolf. Also, Dante was the only one still in human form. The rest were... just wolves. “This is Adolphus, my Beta,” Dante said, turning to me. His chiseled face was unreadable, colder than ever. In the carriage, I had at least seen flickers of amusement in his eyes. Now? Nothing.

"A girl dressed like this is looking for a sponsor. Let’s see what’s under this–” Before Marcus could finish, a massive, scarred hand clamped around his wrist. A loud crunch echoed over the music as his bone cracked. Marcus let out a high-pitched shriek, his grip leaving from my skin as he was forced down to his knees. "You're making a mess of my tile, Marcus," a deep growl came. Dante. He stood over us, his tailored suit immaculate, but his grey eyes flashing with an unhinged fury. Two security guards stood behind him, their hands resting on their holstered firearms. Dante was the exiled son of the Marchetti empire, yet he commanded his territory within the Famiglia.

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.

“Work?” “No. This is the infamous Kade Draco.” Dante’s eyes twitched as he walked closer to Kade, who once again stretched his hands out. “No bullshit?” He asked me. “In the flesh.” I responded. Dante paused for a second, before breaking out a cocky smile. “Well, aren’t you a pretty motherfucker?” He laughed and shook Kade hands, tight. “That’s not a compliment I get every time.” Kade replied with a smile of his own.