Dante From Devil May Cry Anime Novels & Stories

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.

Arya Santanu's breathing was so heavy, the vapor of her breath had a very hot temperature. "Die ...." Arya Santanu moved very quickly. With one hand, the young man grabbed one of the bandit's faces. Slowly his hand turned into a demonic hand. Hot steam emerged from the cracks in his hand. The demon hand looked like flowing lava. And the lava came from his blood that changed shape. ARGH!!!

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”

Black blood sprayed across the ground. The others attacked. But they were soft. Used to ritual and worship instead of real fighting. Dante was a warrior. Born and bred for battle. Even injured and half-dead, he was more than they could handle. His blade cut through them like wheat. Each strike perfect. Each kill brutal. "This is for that child!" he screamed as his sword found another heart. "This is for Kera!" "This is for everyone you sick fucks have hurt!" Bodies fell around him. The cultists tried to run.

“What?” He steps forward slowly. “You think you’re the only one cursed by prophecy, Reya? The prophecy wasn’t just about your twins. It was about awakening something buried in the bloodlines.” “Awakening what?” Dante’s mouth twists. “A god. A beast. I don’t know. But I heard its voice the moment I tried to claim you. It screamed through my skull.” He lifts his shirt, revealing a blackened spiral carved into his skin. It pulses like it’s alive.

in Ivy’s chest flared with such intensity it felt like a physical strike. The door hissed open. Dante stood there. He looked like he had crawled out of hell. His face was gaunt, his obsidian eyes sunken and burning with a dark, terrifying light. A jagged scar ran from his temple to his jaw, a permanent reminder of the Nadir’s collapse. He didn't speak. He didn't embrace her. He stepped into the room and grabbed her by the jaw, his fingers bruising her skin, forcing her to look up at him.

Dante was standing in the doorway with surprised amber eyes. Dante was actually a handsome guy with his strawberry blonde hair. It was short but long enough to cover his ears a little. The lines of his face from jaw to chin were slightly feminine, but you could never mistake him for anything but male. As he stood before us in only his boxers, every swell of muscle in his limbs and torso was well defined and tight. “Welcome home, Vasilios…” Dante said before stepping aside and letting us get by. He knelt beside us as we came in until Lio touched his shoulder, allowing him to rise again. Baltasar knelt as well and Lio did the same with him.

The Kirin hit the muddy ground with it’s front right hoof twice then a stance; a stretched neck downward as it’s long antlers fixedly pointed to its target with it’s dragon-like face slightly contorted. Unexpectedly to Dante knowing he’s the fastest man alive, which he believed it was totally true; Pamēla was already above him, glowing with a sudden burst of energy. He slowly gasped within that space of time. “She… could see where I’m positioned?!” Staring at the mystical creature above, the rider looked down at him including the one standing behind now raising her gothic war hammer with an evil smile underneath her helmet spoke; “We got you now.” Next, a blooming sound of destructive yellow

The two men tied to the chains, looked up from their bloodied states only to see the devil standing in front of them. "Let the fun begin," Dante smirked, stabbing the first man in the shoulder and twisting his knife a full 180 degrees. The man screamed in unbearable pain and already felt his life slipping away. Dante had dug his knife into the same spot the man was shot at. "How dare you even touch my girl?" Dante gritted every word before dragging the knife to his chest, cutting open all the skin that came in its way. "How dare you even look at her with your filthy eyes?" the man spat some blood before looking in Dante's eyes.

Alpha Dante and his relentless pack members had cornered me, their eyes reflecting a mixture of anger, disappointment, and the steely determination to see justice served. Alpha Dante's imposing figure cast a long shadow over me, his gaze piercing through my soul. "Danciana," he said, his voice commanding and filled with a potent blend of authority and sorrow, "you cannot evade the consequences of your actions. You have brought shame to our pack and inflicted harm upon my own daughter."