Dante In Devil May Cry 5 Novels & Stories

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

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.

Dante's pov Dante stands frozen in the doorway his eyes locked on a scene that makes his blood boil so hot he feels like he might explode. Right there in the center of the Persian rug, his brother Lorenzo has his hands all over Danika. Not just a polite touch, but a possessive, filthy grip. Lorenzo’s large hand is cupping Danika’s ass, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh through her dress, pulling her hips flush against his own. Dante can see the way Lorenzo’s thumb is rubbing dangerously close to the crease of her thigh, a motion that screams intimacy and ownership.

I slowly squinted my eyes open to peep, I could literarily hear my heart beat so fast, my limps were weak and my lips were quivering, hot tears were trembling to pour out of my eyes. I peeped and I saw the black monster standing in front of me in a stoic stance, "It's me" A familiar voice proceeded from the monster's mouth. Dante. His voice was hard, harder than before. I heaved a sigh of relief, and melted into the ground in that instant, my heart climbed it's way back to my chest and my breathing calmed. I opened my mouth to make a sound, but nothing came. I would have said, "You scared me".

I whispered, even as I successfully aborted the upload and locked my father out of the Moretti servers. ​Dante didn't look back. He just adjusted his grip on the gun and waited for the helicopter to land. ​"Hate... me," he mouthed. "But... win."

I demanded. He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his expression. "Oh, sweetheart," He set his glass down, rising to his full height. Slowly, deliberately, he closed the distance between us, stopping just close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I am your father’s… what do we call this now? Business associate. I am Dante Moreau’s business associate and he betrayed me." “Then what does it have to do with me?” His fingers lifted, trailing lightly along my jaw.

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.”

They are both shirtless but wearing shorts, while Dante is seated on a bench at the extreme end of the pool, dressed in just his black shorts and dark shades on. "Fuck me," Dante muttered, sipping his drink as he stared at Candela while she walked towards Adrian. He took in her hourglass body as she took a seat on the bench next to Adrian. He sucked his teeth. "Hey Mario," Dante called. "Yeah?" "Your dad is a lucky bastard," Dante quipped, sipping his drink. Mario chuckled. So did Manuel. Candela looked in Dante's direction. He was sipping his drink. Next, Dolores walked in, dressed in her green and white-designed bikini, exposing her gorgeous curves.

my breath got caught up in my dried throat as tears stung my eyes once more and I could feel the trickles of sweat rolling down my body. I knew every mistake could be rectified and I turned to the side to run but then a man jumped in front of me blocking my path to escape and the hallowmess in his black eyes made me realise the game was over but I have been taught never to give up. "It was so foolish of you to take me as a fool. You have played smart with me for long and now it's high time I end this game if yours, you started it and I'll end it" Dante said, taking few steps towards me and I stepped back. He was holding a revolver and I felt my body quake, there wasn't any damn fucken chance

The moment he touched it, Catalina winced sharply. “Don’t move it,” he said. Her ankle was already swelling badly, the joint sitting at an unnatural angle. Something had clearly struck it during the crash, and the pain was almost unbearable. The man looked back at her. “You’re safe,” he said. His voice was calm and low. “I’m Dante. We met at Verve.” Catalina stared at him, then looked around as the full weight of everything else crashed over her. She was still on the floor in the trunk of a wrecked vehicle. The horn continued its endless scream. The air smelled of gunpowder and burnt rubber. Two shapes slumped in the front seats, though she could not make herself look at them directly.