Dante From The Devil May Cry Series Novels & Stories

His voice was almost soothing, yet it sent shivers down my spine. He stepped closer, and I could finally see his features: dark hair slicked back, a sharp jawline, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to read my very soul. “Who are you?” I managed to ask, forcing my voice to be steady despite the fear coiling in my stomach. “Dante,” he replied, the name dripping with authority. “Dante Romano. You’ve caused quite the stir for my friend, Vincent.” I blinked rapidly and the memories came flooding back. After I shot Vincent, there was another shooter. Did he shoot my dad? Did he save me?

I tell him and went into the kitchen. I prepared two cups of hot chocolate and went to the laundry for a pair of black sweat pants and a white shirt. The shirt belongs to Felix but the pants is from Marielle Corp. I went back to the living room and almost dropped everything I was holding in my hands. There he was,Dante was standing there naked . I gulped and turn red,I couldn't take my eyes off him. He has gotten more tattoos on her torso up to his chest. His right chest has Ireal's name engraved in wings.

Dad said. "Yeah? For how long?" Dante chuckled, making a chill run down my spine as his eyes raked up and down my body. "A fine piece, I must say. I am the dark demon King, Dante. I hope you remember me, little girl," He looked at me before smirking at Evander. "Yours?" He asked before clapping his hands when Evander snarled. "Well, what does it feel like to have your lover stand behind another man for protection, the strongest alpha?" Dante asked Evander.

“Your hair’s longer. And… you’ve added a few more muscles.” He chuckled. “I don’t look half as good as you. Honestly, it’s good to see you well. My father and I feared how Dante might treat you in his… quest for revenge. But you look…” his eyes lingered briefly over my face, “…divine. I’m glad.” I reached for my wine, letting the glass cool my fingers. “Dante De Luca is dangerous,” I said quietly. “But somewhere inside all that darkness, there’s a heart that’s shown me mercy.”

His golden Alpha aura ignited, flowing through cracks in that black bone-armor like light finding the only way out. He was wrapped in blinding golden fire, illuminating the battlefield like a fallen star that decided to keep going anyway. "GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE!" Dante’s primordial voice shook the air itself. He was a god of war, and then he moved. He lunged into the Lycan ranks and erased them. Completely. He grabbed a Lycan warrior by the bone plated skull and crushed it with one hand, no struggle at all, like it was already decided.

ghost. "Dante, we have to stop it!" I screamed, my hands still locked to the beam. "We’re losing her!" Dante looked at the child, then at me. The "Original Sinner" in him was cold, calculating, and ready to sacrifice everything to win the war. But the "Dante" in him—the man who had held her in the slums—was breaking. He made the choice. Dante didn't cut the beam. He walked into it.

What the hell did they want with his grandmother? His fingers curled into fists, blood boiling despite his body’s refusal to respond. All he could do was watch—helpless—as the figures disappeared into the smoke, their footsteps fading. “Fuck me,” Dante muttered under his breath, pushing past the throbbing in his skull. He turned his head with effort, his gaze falling on Rico slumped in the driver’s seat. The younger man’s arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, his head tilted against the steering wheel, blood trailing from his temple.

He's the same height as Dante, but that's the last similarity between them. Norwood has thin blonde hair where Dante's is luxurious and dark, a paunch in his stomach where Dante is all muscle, and age where Dante is young. But it's the eyes that are the real difference between them. Dante's are dark and wild, but with a kindness and warmth that keeps them bright. John Norwood's are brown, but evil and cold. There is no warmth or charm, no redemption to the darkness residing underneath. They are flat, like a shark's.

The guy left Anika and went to his friends to finish his dare, he was gay no one knew, his friends gave him a dare to dance with any girl and kiss her, He saw her dancing, he somewhere felt she would accept, he went near her and whispered to her about the dare and he is a gay, she happily accepted to dance with him but didn’t knew he would kiss her cheek has he only mentioned about dancing Anika went to the washroom, while she heads out, she was pulled by strong pairs of hands, she knew who it was She looked up to see his face, his eyes sent shiver down her spine, his devilish smirk meant trouble, He dangerously with his deep husky voice whispered making her shiver and gulp hard “Well you ar

I reached down in an attempt to pull them off. “No, leave them.” Dante removed his pants and boxer briefs. There he was standing before me naked, looking like a Greek God. Sandy blonde hair, light brown eyes flashing gold, his Lycan close to the surface. Toned hard thighs, giving way to the most perfectly hard cock I had ever laid eyes on. I watched as he took another deep breath of my scent. His scent pushing out of him with every deep breath he took. “Cupcake, your scent is delicious. I can’t get enough of it.”