Dante In Devil May Cry 5 Novels & Stories

Dante charged forward, closing the distance between him and Paulo in threatening strides, his fists clenched tightly, veins taut with the promise of violence. Paulo gazed up at him in terror as Dante seized his collar and roughly hauled him to his feet. The tycoon's eyes were blazing with unrestrained fury, his face twisted into a feral snarl. Maya remained rooted to her spot. She had never seen Dante this enraged. He reeked of bloodlust- aura so intense and vicious that it made her stomach twist. He was entirely a different man.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

“She will be mine forever. Fifty million dollars.” My eyes flew open. Dante stood at the edge of the VIP balcony, black tuxedo immaculate, no mask needed because everyone knew that face. He held his paddle high, expression calm as if he were bidding on a vintage car instead of a human life. Relief crashed through me first—sharp, dizzying. Dante. The devil I knew. The one who threatened fingers and teeth but had never once touched me like those men wanted to. Then fear followed, cold and twisting. Forever. Not one night. Not an evening’s toy. Forever.

"How many of you do I have to kill before you get the message?" "As many as it takes to stabilize the Ledger," the Vessels said in unison. They moved together. A synchronized wall of his own lover’s face. Dante didn't hesitate. He dived into the center of the group. He wasn't a soldier anymore; he was a demolition crew. He grabbed the first Vessel by the arm and snapped the bone with a dry pop. He used her body as a shield, absorbing the strikes of the others. He felt the sting of a blade across his ribs, the warm slide of his own blood, but he didn't slow down. He drove his elbow into a Vessel’s jaw, the teeth shattering like porcelain.

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.

Alessandro’s pov: “Okay,” I mutter, “Who’s the other person?” I question with a relaxed expression. “Okay?” Harlow snarls. “Yes, okay,” I repeat. Dante points to the other guard holding the chit. He hands it to Harlow. “Dante. Dante Jovie,” Harlow hisses. Dante’s torn lips and broken teeth smile at me. I don’t waste a single second shoving the gun down Dante’s throat before pulling the trigger. As the blood pours out, I feel anger gushing through my veins.

I made it to the front steps before I heard… “Hold it right there.” If Antarctica had a voice, this was it. I turned slightly, and met the sight of the devil himself glowering at me. Dante had stepped out of the car, looking like a character out of a freaking fantasy novel. His top was undone by half and he had his sleeves rolled up. This guy was sin itself. He tried taking a step towards me and stumbled slightly. Dominic was by his side in an instant, reaching out. “Watch out—”

It was the funniest thing Jeremy had ever seen in his life. Pity. Poor Denny Felixa. An ignorant idea popped into Jeremy's head. Playing for a while might be a lot of fun now. Or maybe he could just be a savior. Ah I don't know, what is clear is that the man wants to approach that person. "Are you okay Sir?" asked Jeremy who saw that Denny was still in pain. What doesn't hurt, of course! But the fact is that Denny doesn't want to admit it until he just pretends to look good. Still in pain, the person tried to stand up straight. It's just that because Jenny's kick was too strong, the man grimaced.

he clapped his hands. “You wish” I said and hissed again with veins on my neck popping out. “Ewww” Dante turned to the door and his back was the view I got. He took two steps forward and stopped, “I hope that you are very sure of accepting the real devil because this is just a tip of an iceberg” he called out. “Huh! You haven't done enough?” I asked. “I am just getting started,” he said and walked out of the room. ***

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.