Dante From Devil May Cry Anime Novels & Stories

Dante's pov Dante stands frozen in the doorway his eyes locked on a scene that makes his blood boil so hot he feels like he might explode. Right there in the center of the Persian rug, his brother Lorenzo has his hands all over Danika. Not just a polite touch, but a possessive, filthy grip. Lorenzo’s large hand is cupping Danika’s ass, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh through her dress, pulling her hips flush against his own. Dante can see the way Lorenzo’s thumb is rubbing dangerously close to the crease of her thigh, a motion that screams intimacy and ownership.

This caused me to pause for a moment and look up. I expected to see Angus, but instead, I saw Dante in human form leaping toward them. His leap was so long that he passed me, and everything happened in slow motion. The next thing I knew, he was on top of both men, his hands squeezing their throats to death. The person I had just kicked in the ball was about to flee, but I caught him in time. Dante left their throats just before they were about to die and punched them in the heads, knocking them out, and as he turned around to look at the only remaining men, he pissed in his pants and passed out without even Dante touching him.

" The prince shouted. Drake was trying to smile devilishly. "You're not a respected royal. Why would I respect a useless creature?" He scoffed. "I will kill you; I will kill your heir!" Drake's expression went cold and dark, staring at the prince. "If you dare to hurt my heir... don't let him hunt you down to hell and meet my demon there." Drake seriously muttered "I'm not scared of Satan!" "But you are scared of me." I have the devil's eye... which means I'm Satan. "

He helped her onto the horse and they rode home. Duncan dismissed his staff for the day and pulled out a large jar. He sat by the kitchen's entrance and filled his cup with alcohol. He gazed at the beautiful night sky and smiled to himself. "It is beautiful," he muttered. "So beautiful." "Why are you talking to yourself?" Spencer approached him. "I'm a bit tipsy,I can't salute you," he smiled at Spencer. "Moron," Spencer fetched a cup and helped himself to the drink. The two men stared at the sky in awe.

“Maybe I’ll keep her once she has given birth to my children. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a pet. Or maybe I’ll sell her off, let someone else put that pretty cunt to good use.” The demon stood back, leaning down to pick Kade up, tossing him away like a piece of rubbish. Burning red eyes turned on the fallen-angel who was still trying to complete the summoning spell. A cruel laugh echoed through the room as Dante walked over the bodies of fallen fighters from both sides. His amusement was only tempered by his rage and the feral glint in his eyes. “Do you honestly think a pathetic summoning spell will stop me?” He growled. “I’ve been planning for this moment for years, Lucien. Don’t y

Alex asks to switch the attention away from him. "I'm a daddy as you can see," I say pointing toward my sleeping baby in my arms. "I'm a Dom, hardcore BDSM but I do love a bit of a fight," Dante says and lick his lips. Making Alex blush again. "I'm a Dom, I'm nice unlike some people," she says eyeing Dante "Don't believe her" Dante says laughing "when she wants she can be a creature of hell" "You guys together?" he ask Dante and Ellie and things just got a lot better.

He smirked, "You rubbed off on me thousands of years ago, Your Grace." "Brat," Xerxes muttered, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ancient of days." Xerxes’s jaw dropped. "Coming from an almost four-thousand-year-old? That is just wrong, and you know it." A genuine smile finally graced Daemon's lips. "The scar on your face. Did you get it that night of the Eclipse Moon?" Xerxes asked, changing the subject. "Nope. Your beast did that," Daemon said in a casual, light tone. "Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill."

Dante. Leaning casually against the window, half-naked, holding a glass of amber whiskey like he was in a cologne commercial. His tattoo curled down the side of his torso like it had been drawn by sin itself, highlighting every sculpted inch of his abs. And that smirk—God, that smirk. Equal parts arrogant and devastating. What on earth was wrong with you, Scarlet? Why do you want to pounce on him? “Why am I here?” I asked, trying to sound firm, though my eyes may have lingered a little too long on his chest.

Of course it did. Dove was right. "Dove was right, Dove was right, Dove was right," the thought looped through me. Maybe I deserved this for being stupid enough to end up here. Through my agony, I could still see the other side of the separate room romantically set up. My jaws dropped to the floor when it opened and she walked in playfully dragging someone. I don't know what I expected. Some stranger, maybe. Standing in full flesh and blood was Dante with his shirt was open and untucked, hanging off his shoulders, the tattoo of my face and name clearly visible across his chest, a bottle of wine in his hand. He was smiling as Risa seductive ran her hands all over him.

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.