Dante's Son Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

I and Dante made a sharp pivot and my gaze fell upon a young handsome man, probably Dante's age, coming towards us. His chestnut brown hair was slick, cascading down the nape of his neck. His brows were full and his eyes carried a shade of ocean blue but I noticed an awful straight scar that was indented next to his left eye. That must have been deep. He was as tall as Dante and he was equally muscular. But overall, he was good looking. His smile was rather infectious too. "Ah Valentine Greco. If I'm the devil then what are you?" Dante asked with a brow slightly raised.

Vera's POV Dante's father stared at me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. His eyes held something I couldn't quite identify. "Being with Dante will kill you," he said quietly. My heart stopped. The words hung in the air between us, heavy and terrifying. "What?" I breathed. "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said." He leaned forward, his expression grave. "My son is cursed. Has been since he was a child. That's why he's a hybrid. That's the truth you need to know."

“You disgust me. You talk about revenge and family honor, and here you are selling a defenseless woman to a bunch of disgusting pigs. I can’t believe, for one minute, I let you touch me, that I actually thought…” His smile turns predatory. “Actually, I’m selling you to one pig, and what did you think, princess? Finish your tirade since it’ll be the last time we speak.” My gaze narrows. “I thought maybe that you had a soul. Obviously, I was mistaken. You’re the devil, a heartless, cruel, asshole, devil. You are no better than my father.” The smile falls from his lips, and he shakes his head. “Soo will be in to take you to the car. Have a nice life, princess.”

His father, the imposing Alpha, approached, a deep frown carving lines into his snow-dusted face. The cold wind whipped at his wolf-hide cloak, emphasizing his stern disapproval of his son's hesitation. "If we let him live, he could father many more abominations," declared Dante. He viewed Matteo not as a person, but as a potential biological threat, a carrier of the forbidden vampire taint.

"You can't contain an 'Extinction-Level' event in a human soul, Dante! You'll burn up before the link even stabilizes!" "Then I’ll burn," Dante said, a sad, beautiful smile touching his lips. He reached out and caught a tear that escaped my eye, his thumb rough and warm against my skin. "Better to burn out protecting the only thing that ever mattered to me than to live in a world that my son ate." He turned toward the orb, his wings—one violet, one red—unfurling to their maximum span. He looked like a fallen angel ready to catch a falling star.

The man screamed loudly as it dug into his tongue, creating an hole so visible. The other stared in terror, fear gripping him. "Who sent you?" He asked, yet again. He didn't raise his voice... He didn't need to because he already owned that aura of a man so scary... A Devil in a human form. "I don't know I swear.. Please" The men cried out in desperation. Dante let out a scary laughter. "Please? You have the guts to say the word please? A woman was just saying that word to you few minutes ago yet you were hitting on her" He half yelled, his eyes turning completely red..

He shook his head, staring at Dante over Adrian’s shoulder. “Just pray I don’t submit your sorry ass to them,” Don Vallerio added before storming away. Adrian turned to Dante, confusion visible on his face. But the look on Dante’s face was anything but remorseful. He raised the tequila bottle to his lips, gulping down the rest of its contents. He sat back down, a grin creeping across his lips. If there’s one thing I know about you, Dad, it’s that you’d rather burn down this earth than turn in your son, your last and only heir.

Dante was already thinking of a way to not only get back at him but also get the upper hand. "Your boss has just provoked the devil." Dante said to the tugs before leaving the building. Dante Russo, the youngest Mafia boss that took over the family business after his father died. He succeeded to become the boss after he showed his two half brothers what he is capable of. For two years now he has been trying to let go of his mafia life and live a good life for the sake of the people that depends on him. Because he was trying to turn over a new leaf he no longer makes evil plans or tries to get things done through illegal means. Now, his old father's partner, Roman Ricci, has awakened the beas

Vowed to help him in keeping the underbosses in line. Entering the club's back entrance, his son Dante sleeping in his arms, he ignored the lustful glances he was getting from the women working in his club. They knew better than to approach him with his precious son draped on him. Dante hated everyone. Except for Lucifer and his playmates at the dinner party. Truth be told, he had lost interest in bedding anyone since he rescued his son. Lucifer grimaced. Not even remembering the last time he fucked anyone. And in his current situation, he was in for a dry spell.