Dante's Son Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

She staggered on her words, her body shuddering tremendously. This man terrifies her, a lot. His uncanny sensation frightens and scares the people around him. He's known for his aloofness, unemotional, ruthlessness, and savagery. He's a man who doesn't care about anyone likewise a soul not to mess with. He's extremely cold, he's brutal and dangerous. Many see him as a non-human even the distinct souls around England acknowledge him as... The devil’s son. "I think he's still drunk, thank goddess!" Madam Madison inwardly muttered, clenching her chest in a little relief as she gazed at the gelid king.

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

But then, she had noticed the event and made an appearance instead. "Don't blame me." Lucy continued. "You didn't give me the chance to say so." "That is not my child!" Jules barked and clenched his teeth. "So, take the bastard to whoever fathered him!" "Enough!" Lucy sprang to her feet and glared at Jules, "Even though I didn't like to be burdened with someone like him, stop calling him a bastard! He is your son and you can carry out a DNA test to confirm that he is!"

In the middle of the night, a fiery chariot came to a stop in the firmament, on the chariot stood a Celestia beauty, his long white hair was adorned with a majestic golden crown carved into the shape of of the sun, the white dress he wore danced to the tune of the night wind, it shone in the dark night as his body radiates the sun. Zeus cast his glowing eyes on his three sons whose appearance screams the aftermath of war, muscular bodies scathe with bad slashes , batters and bruises of all shapes, the eyes of this three young men were the color of blood tinted with stubbornness and anger will a strong hatred carefully sandwiched between them. Their surroundings were marred by the aftermath o

"You're acting like I locked you in with the devil." "Yes, you did!" I shot back. I knew I was exaggerating, but for real, she did lock me in with the devil. Dante is the devil. "Do you know what he did? He is so infuriating!" Vittoria burst out laughing, as if the moment were funny.

Valerie replied. "What about the whole hanging out with Dracaryx? After all he did to you, I thought he would be the last person you would hang out with" Dante remarked. "he is not that bad okay besides I told you he is like my vampire father, I hang out with him so he can teach me stuff about the whole vampire thingy" Valerie told him. "So the fact that you are sleeping with him means you are committing some kind of vampire incest thing right?" Dante asked.

He wanted to punch himself because he made the devil exist in his mind over him earlier. “What should I do so that what my son did doesn’t lead to a big conflict?” Dante asked almost in a whisper. “If I’m going to be followed, the Chairman needs to know,” said Cyrus. Dante glimpsed a little light at what he heard. “Sorry for what I said earlier. I was just shocked and angry because of what happened to my son. My ego as his father was also hurt because a woman rejected him.” “Huh, can you still say that now if my friend’s personality is not special?” Cyril asked the gentleman sarcastically.

"Qui Vive Pearls is facing a little problem and if they don't address it soon, it's gonna explode in their faces. Boom!" "How's the search for Veronica going?" He asked right after. Dante sighed. "Those fools could not kill her or her damned boyfriend." "Jacob's son?" Glints appearing in his hazel eyes, Diego asked. Suddenly, he laughed. "Lucky bastard. After all, he has Reynolds blood. Won't be easy to get rid of." Just as he took a sip from his glass, Dante shot him a glare. His son's remark was a ridicule. "Woah, hold on. Don't look at me like that," he raised his hands in surrender. "But it's not like I'm lying. You couldn't get rid of his old man and you think you can kill him?"

My body responded instantly, arching toward him despite the voice in the back of my mind that screamed how wrong this was. We were supposed to be in control. Focused. But with him, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The danger only made it worse—made it better. “This is a bad idea,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I hated how much I wanted him, how much I craved the darkness he carried with him. He was supposed to be my partner, my enemy, my—something I couldn’t quite define.

About his last night with them in the shelter, all of them together, all of them safe for just a few more hours. I'm sorry, he thought. I thought this would work. Thought sacrificing myself would be enough. But Dante's too far gone. Too consumed by revenge. He's going to kill you all anyway. The door opened. Dante descended the stairs, carrying a chair. He set it down in front of Pierce, sat, and studied him with clinical interest. "How are you feeling?" Pierce spat blood. "Fantastic." "Defiant. I respect that." Dante pulled out a cigarette, lit it. "Your father was defiant too. Right up until he pulled the trigger. Right up until he murdered my son."