Dante From The Devil May Cry Series Novels & Stories

The old man said while begging to Callum. I bit my lower lip and looked at Callum with emotionless eyes as he looked at the old man. He then, smirked evilly. “I hope you thought about that before you fucking did that to me, Mr. Domingo. You do know how evil I am when it comes to this kind of betrayal. I hope you remember.” I looked at the old man again. He fell to his knees weakly on the floor. He’s now crying while kneeling in front of Callum. But the latter looks ruthless and heartless while looking down at him.

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s

Lycan Draven got down, and I watched, unknowingly feeling a tense sensation run down my spine as his gaze met mine for a heated stare before he walked in without a word. Dante soon alighted from the car. He was tall, towering over me with a foot and some inches. I was short so I was like 5'4" and he looked well over 6. He had short dirty blonde hair that settled like satin waves over his head and deep, probing brown eyes that looked like melted chocolate. He was handsome, and despite his bulky muscles and intimidating appearance, had this calm demeanor around him. I almost felt safe in his presence but I would be stupid to trust anyone here.

He waved at me “Dell, where are the others?” “Coming I guess” He answered and walk to his car, Dell drive the latest BMW though he changes cars as well I sighed and stood waiting for the other to come so we can all go together, and then I sighted another one, I just don't get why they are all coming out from different directions, his name is Dante Dallas, he’s coming with one of the school queen bees, Dante is a black hair, tall and charming guy with the sweetest mouth ever, unlike Dell, Dante is carefree and frivolous, I guess that's why girls flock around him, anyone would fall for his green eyes which are crazily seductive, and he's the Beta's son, he drives the latest Audi. He got to me

He heard them mention 'Delilah Vance' and 'LA. The scratches on his face were finally starting to fade. That little firebrand had a hell of a grip. Dante adjusted his boots, making sure the hem of his jeans covered the serpent-and-moon ink on his ankle. He wasn't just a guard; he was a candidate. And he was beginning to think he’d picked the wrong side.

she rasped, her head lolling. In the neon haze, Dante shifted. The wolf faded, replaced by a towering shadow with eyes like burning coals. A demon. He looked like the monster she’d imagined when she first heard his name. But then the smoke cleared, and for a heartbeat, he was just a boy. A boy with a pen in his hand, crying as he signed a death warrant to save a woman in a glass box. "I'm the guy trying to keep you from flatlining," Dante growled. He scooped her up, his weight a crushing, 3D reality as he slammed her onto the bed in the corner. "Keep breathing. Just fucking breathe."

Dario Dante has been quiet since Serena revealed who her mother was. If this was a shock to me, I don’t even want to know how Dante must feel right now. I know the burning of the Muratori heirs was like a stain on Dante’s life - he killed all those responsible, but the damage was done. After this, his infamy as il Drago grew, and he was known as the most vicious mafia leader.

The only person who could be bold enough to hack into our company's secrets could only be Dante. Dante... a very dangerous demon working scarily behind the scenes. He pulls strings like a master but anyone with even an ounce of intelligence would know he wasn't just a master but a real Demon! I sucked in a deep breath and took a step forward so I could get closer to Calista, who had taken a few steps forward to greet the birthday actress. My eyes flickered to the door, but I quickly glanced away. However, that glance was enough to make me understand that he hadn't arrived.

Vincenzo picked a gun, a pistol. He walk back to Dante and sat stood infront of him. “What now? are you gonna kill me? Hun? motherfucker, haven’t those boys you call men don enough?”Dante barked. His eyes now red, his tune a sound of anger and agony. “Relax. They did their part and now it’s my torne.”He said. His voice raspy yet deep and cold. “Fuck you”Dante crused. “No don’t fuck me, I ain’t gay man. You go fuck the devil when you see him.”Vincenzo replied nonchalantly.

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.