Dante In Devil May Cry 5 Novels & Stories

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Dante? "Drop her," Dante ordered with a chilling tone. I gasped when I felt the clipper press into my neck. "Don Spinelli, you'd go through all this trouble over a wh*re?" he sneered. "I will gut her before you even think of pulling that-" A small pop went off when Dante aimed lower and fired, causing him to let go. I squealed and jumped away, turning to see him fall, gripping his bleeding thigh in excruciating pain.

I put the gun against the back of his head as he bent down to retrieve Dillinger’s gun. “Down,” I said and he went flat on the ground. I put the Jericho back in the holster and took the Karambit out. I pulled his head backward and brought the knife slowly to the front. “Jericho,” he groaned. “The Karambit, best damn slicer in the world,” I said and cut his throat. The gaping wound made gurgling sounds as his breath escaped through his windpipe and I let his head fall forward. I wiped the blade on his shirt and put it back on my belt holster.

Then, the driver’s side door groaned open. Dante stepped out into the rain. His tactical jacket was torn at the shoulder, his face was covered in dark soot and dried blood, and his golden eyes looked completely exhausted, buried under heavy, dark circles. He didn't look like an Alpha heir returning from a victory. He looked like a man who had just dragged himself out of hell. He didn't say a word to his father. He didn't even look at the army of warriors standing guard. Dante turned back to the vehicle, reaching into the passenger seat with a gentle, desperate care that I had never seen from him before. When he pulled back, he was carrying Kira in his arms.

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

Alpha Dante and his relentless pack members had cornered me, their eyes reflecting a mixture of anger, disappointment, and the steely determination to see justice served. Alpha Dante's imposing figure cast a long shadow over me, his gaze piercing through my soul. "Danciana," he said, his voice commanding and filled with a potent blend of authority and sorrow, "you cannot evade the consequences of your actions. You have brought shame to our pack and inflicted harm upon my own daughter."

Dante wanted to believe her, but he chose not to – this way he would be able to get over her death quicker. “Don’t you remember what they did you our parents?” Dante spoke as he stood in the middle of his room. His one eye covers with a patch, while a deep scar runs from his right cheek to the corner of his lips. Another deep scar ran at the side of his head. He is wearing a plain white button-up shirt and black pants. His hair is gelled back neatly. Dante and Mateo share the same eye color – they got it from their mother. They both are tall, but Mateo is slightly taller than his elder brother.

A black SUV pulls up, dust billowing around it as it comes to a stop. The door opens, and sure enough, but it’s Dante, his expression grim as he steps out. He’s followed by Axton for some reason. Of course, I fucking forgot Dante is based here. Fuck, that demon did a number on me. “Ah, I think I might like the calvary,” I greet him, my voice a low growl. “Took you long enough, asshole.”

Without a second thought, my eyes blazed red and he flinched in fear and shock, drawing backwards as a long sword formed in my left hand. “What….the….fuck…” Not bearing the weight of what he saw, he passed out on the cold floor. As for my signal to Ruben, I smashed a glass on the wall and in the next minute, he was in a heated fight with Don Columbus men. I stared back at the man on the floor and placed my hand on his head. Since he didn't want this the easy way, we were gonna do it the hard way. Either way, Delanxy must be brought down.

"Oh, Dante, you have no idea what you're up against. You think the title of mayor grants you invincibility? Allow me to shatter that illusion." Dirk's pent-up rage exploded like a raging inferno, consuming any remnants of mercy or restraint. He launched himself at Dante, his walking cane transformed into a weapon of vengeance. Each strike landed with bone-crushing force, shattering Dante's body and spirit. The room reverberated with the sickening sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing as Dirk's men stood guard, ensuring no one interfered.