Dante From Devil May Cry Anime Novels & Stories

No humanity, just hunger. “You’re him,” she whispered. “The Devil of the Underworld.” He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of courtly manners. “Dante Moretti. Though most only whisper my name.” Her heart pounded. Dante Moretti wasn’t just a crime lord—he was a myth. A monster in a designer suit. A man with more blood on his hands than the war itself. Rumors said he didn’t age, didn’t bleed, didn’t sleep. That he struck deals in shadows, and those who betrayed him were never found again. Or if they were, it was in pieces.

Her fingers brushed his cheek, still warm but pale, and something inside her cracked. Tears began to slip from her eyes—slow, silent, and heavy. She hovered over him, her chest heaving, her mind screaming. Please... don’t die on me. But across the room stood the devil himself. DANTE. Unbothered. Cold. Detached. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t even look at Damon bleeding to death. Instead, he stood before the wall like it was a gallery—staring at the photographs of her. His fingers held a cigarette lazily, smoke curling into the dim air like poison.

The heavy iron door of the basement was suddenly blown off its hinges with a blinding flash of light and a deafening roar of tearing metal. Smoke and dust poured into the room. Through the hazy red glow, a tall, terrifying shadow stepped into the doorway. Dante. His black shirt was torn, soaked through with dark crimson blood from his bleeding side. He held a heavy tactical rifle in his right hand, his face splattered with fresh blood, his golden eyes blazing with an unhinged, lethal fury that looked entirely inhuman. Behind him, the corridor was quiet—lined only with the fallen bodies of Costa’s outer guards.

“What a weird color to pick as a favorite. I mean, black is termed as some demonic creature, or maybe I forget too quickly that Dante is the devil himself.” Having trouble sleeping, Dante’s voice cut through my mind. Talk of the devil and he appears. I turned toward his direction, and there he was, his hair damp like he had just stepped out of the shower and his shirt different from what he had worn out. He crossed the room steadily. Before I could ask why he had changed his clothes, he wrapped his hands around me from behind, and his chin just above my head. “It’s you, Amorcita,” his voice came out soft, and his head was already bending to my neck as he kissed every space there and inhaled

asked Deny, looking straight at his cousin. "That person has been my target for a long time. Not a contract marriage. A Regianis is too easy to target in a contractual relationship like that. Smart and martial arts are not as simple and complex as women in general." "Wow. So you are trappedplease don't say you took your own weapon. That's really sad." Deny looked grimaced when he said this. Don't be like that, eat your own weapon. Aish a Gerand Yosefa is not such a weak person that he easily loses to a woman.

“It’s Kira Song, not little human. Remember the name. Oh, and go back to hell, Drisellda. We don’t need more demons on earth.” That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Her eyes flashed bright red and she moved to attack me, her claws facing into view, but Dante moved me out of the way and got scratched instead. “Fuck, “ he hissed. Her claw marks formed three straight lines, moving from the side of his face down to his cheeks. He fell to the floor and I was right beside him. “Dante!” I touched his face. “Are you okay?” He nodded but I highly doubted that. “Whatever you do, don’t let her touch you. She’s a hexes and curses mage.”

‘Anyone lays hands on the vulnerable ones again, I won’t let you off this easily,’ Dante growled making all the onlookers gulp hard. Leo looked like he had seen hell. He looked around and saw everyone looking down on him. He was just beaten by two petite fairies; this will haunt him for life. Using the last bit of energy he had, he charged towards the two fairies wanting to snap their neck off and prove that he was the Gamma of this pack for a reason. But before he could lunge onto them, Dante caught him midair swiftly and with one quick move, detached his neck from his body. Blood splattered on Dante’s eyes, but he didn’t flinch. He gave this bas.tard one chance already.

Pain radiated down her arm, but adrenaline drowned it out. She kicked over a marble bust and made for the side exit, boots pounding through the smoke. Her vision blurred, the edges of the hallway melting in chaos. She turned a corner—and froze. Dante. Standing at the far end of the corridor. Not in a mask. Not in armor. In black. Pure, tailored wrath. His men flanked him, but his eyes — his goddamn eyes — locked on hers like a curse. “I warned you,” he said coldly. “But you still chose them over me.”

It is obvious that there are definitely a lot of memories in this place. Dante is standing right in the middle of the square as we walk in. He has on an all black fit like he did the first time I saw him except this time it’s a military kit and his face is painted in what appears to be black charcoal. I didn’t think his aura could get more intimidating than before but it appears I was wrong. Standing there with his eyes focused entirely on me, he looks like a wild animal ready to devour what he views as prey, ME. “You came, I see you are not a coward after all.” he says, “Just a man with a death wish.” “Yes I have a death wish, but not mine.”

The sharp slap to Taiga’s ass , cracked through the room, forcing a choked scream from him. “Please what? Tell me what you’re begging for, baby,” Dante’s voice was low, baiting him. When all he got in return was a long, drawn-out whine, he stilled his hips entirely. His hand shot to Taiga’s hair, yanking him upright in a brutal grip until their faces were inches apart. “I could easily leave you like this. Watching you squirm is enough for me,” Dante said, even though the threat was a bluff. His gaze slid to Maya. The other man had long since spilled over himself, thick streaks of cum painting his abdomen. His hair was a mess, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.