Dante's Son Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

He didn't say anything and just looked at her with those cold eyes. Kimmy was about to break down... Gabriel West. How on earth did she manage to encounter a man like him. He was the most feared man in the country,his name alone made people shiver and send men running in fear. Even the police had to bow when they saw him. Of course she knew who he was, everyone did. He owned half of the city as he was in charge of the underground world. He was known as the devil's son. He was given that name for a reason, everywhere he went chaos followed, blood was spilled. Gabriel was known to be cruel and heartless in doing things,he had killed a lot of people to get to where he was.

From up here, the city glowed like a wound—fires smoldering, broken glass glittering, and the cries of the desperate echoing into the dark. Behind her, Dante’s footsteps were measured, deliberate, like a predator stalking the silence. He had grown quieter in recent weeks, his rage contained but seething like a furnace beneath the surface. The attack two nights ago had proven what they both already knew: there was someone else moving pieces against them. Someone smarter, colder, and more patient than Lorenzo had ever been. Amara didn’t turn when Dante finally spoke. “They call him Il Diavolo,” Dante said, his voice like gravel. “The Devil. An old ghost. I thought he was buried years ago, but

In six days, Fang pack stops being mediocre and starts being legendary. All because his son saw a broken servant as a hybrid weapon waiting to be forged. Dante raises his glass to the rising sun and drinks to a future built on manipulation, secrets, and one girl's complete destruction. To power. Always to power.

Dante Valerian was the sexiest man I'd ever laid my eyes on. He also happened to be the most evil man to walk this earth since Satan. “Good morning, Alpha Dante,” I greeted, biting my lower lip. As always, he didn't answer. He grunted and tilted his head in my direction, like I was an irritating fly that he couldn’t be bothered to swat away. “I don't want your greetings,” he snapped. “What I want is for you to take your unfaithful, stinking self away from my son's life.”

Armory and drug-related information all related to Braden and Atlas. Atlas was a little believable, because he’d shown a glimpse of that side of him, but Braden… I wanted to remain in denial so bad. But this…this file was solid proof that I never knew who I married and fell in love with, and right now, I didn’t even know who I was fucking, that well either. I was falling a fool three solid times. From what I’d just seen in this video, both brothers were dark entities wrapped in beautiful bodies and handsome, deceiving faces. Atlas a devil, Braden a demon.

she answered and I felt a little bit stressed knowing Alaric would be back sooner or later. "So why are you here, a lycan being a maid. No offense though" "None taken" she sharply replied before heaving out a deep sigh. "you see, it is kinda complicated but I'll break it down for you, my father was a loyal servant to the king, his highness' father and he made a promise to the king that his future child, "a son" would continue to serve his first child" she said as she air cloned the "son" part.

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.

He pleaded incoherently, apologizing over and over to the cold, dead phone. In that moment, Dante Moretti snapped. He was no longer the elegant Don. He was a devil who had lost his soul, wanting nothing more than to drag the whole world down into the grave with him.

"My father sold his soul to the devil for power and vengeance for the death of his wife and unborn son Dante, killed by the witches," Lucifer said with a bitter smile, "But a few decades later, Dante would return to the kingdom all grown up," "But you just said he was killed by the witches before he was born," Alexa said with a look of intrigue. The doubt crept into her expression as she considered whether she would believe his story, had she not already witnessed Lucian shift into a towering eight-foot, wolf-like humanoid beast.