Dante From The Devil May Cry Series Novels & Stories

Two guards stepped forward, their dark gazes sweeping over me. “State your business.” I lifted my hands slightly. “I came to negotiate.” They searched me. Smart men. But I hadn’t come armed. I was the weapon. One of them nodded and pushed the door open. I stepped inside and froze. Behind a sleek glass desk, dressed in black, sat Dante Castillo. The Devil of the Underworld. I knew him as the most ruthless man alive. A legend in criminal circles. A man whose empire was so tightly woven that even governments feared him.

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.

Most of the times, only a master of seven hells realm can use a demon more than a hundred times to commit crimes. Dante was an evil spirit, he wasn't supposed to live for so long yet.. he was wherever i went. He knew exactly where i was everytime.. Who was that god with dark energy that knew exactly where i could go. Who was the dark god I trusted so much? Who was the one who hated me and my mother so much that he would be willing to make me trust him before hurting me. Who was the one that acted as though he wasn't easily offended but deep inside, he carried a lot of hatred and resentment.

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

"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.

Before Selena could react, someone started speaking. "Do you really think that you could kill him with that knife Princess?" young Dante's voice whispered in her ear. It sounded like a taunt. One day, Alexander brought Dante home 6 years ago. Apparently Dante blocked a bullet for Alexander and saved him. Alexander thought he could use Dante, but as the years passed by, Alexander started to teach Dante all the ways to kill a person, evade laws, and earn money. Dante is no longer a hunch man in the bottom. He raised in rank and now fifth in command after Alexander in the outfit.

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

His aura, his dark eyes, his imposing stance. This man must be Dante Salvatore. Tall, perfectly dressed in a black suit that probably cost enough to feed all the children in the north. Dark hair styled back from his face, a carefully groomed beard - mustache and goatee that gave him the look of an old-world prince turned devil. The thin scar running from his ear to his chin cut through the edge of the beard, making him look even more dangerous. The drunk man—Mr. Armani—raised his hands in surrender. "I didn't know, Salvatore. I swear, I didn't know she was yours—"

When I jumped from that window, teetering on the brink of death, I met a man—Dante. He is the new Don of the Venturi family, the oldest and most violent clan in Sicily. Unlike Marco, the "Gentleman Don" who cared about pageantry and political maneuvering, Dante is a true beast. That day, when I dragged my broken leg and fainted on the street. Dante's convoy passed by. He didn't recoil at my filth like others would have. Instead, he got out of the car and scooped me up steadily with arms covered in tattoos and rippling with muscle.

If he dared to act in any way, the one would be battered. You know, from Regi's beating just now it still hurts a lot. For that he will not do something without good judgment. "Watch out if you dare to mess around," said Regi sharply. The same as his gaze which seemed to be skinning Deny. Sadistic, yes that's what happened at that time. really very scary. Suddenly at that moment the hair on Deny's neck stood up. If only Regi was a kind, friendly person and of course she didn't have the strength, Deny had already finished him off.