Devil Fruit Ace Novels & Stories

But all of our effort was too little, too late. The man pushed his heels into the dirt, bracing himself against the wind as he swung both arms backwards at a low level as if he were bowling with both arms. As he released his arms, bowling ball-sized black globs of flaming tar-like goo flew toward us. Demon blood ... Lucius managed to duck and roll out of the way of the ones launched at us, yelping when one of them burned his tail to the skin before it crashed into the woods behind us. Ace figured out how to evanesce at the last second, vanishing in a puff of blue smoke and reappearing after one of the balls that were launched at him hit a tree, splattering after it broke the tree half and cr

But before she could make contact, she was shoved back—hard! "Whoa, what the hell?!" Dorothy yelped as she stumbled back, falling on the ground on her butt again. Her face turned a bright red as she rubbed it in embarrassment. Ace didn’t look fazed; in fact, he seemed mildly annoyed. But Dorothy couldn’t help it—she just got a little too distracted by the sheer presence of the most terrifying, yet annoyingly attractive, man in existence. “Do you want to die?” Ace asked, his tone surprisingly calm, as though he were genuinely curious, as if he were waiting for her answer.

There he met him. Ace reclined on a bench, his head back, a goblet halfway full dangling from his fingers. His shirt was unbuttoned at the chest, and his hair clung wet to his forehead as if he'd splashed himself with water or consumed more wine than he'd drunk. Jugs lay empty across the board. A fermented drink hung in the air.

With unknown confidence, I took another step forward, before lifting my eyes. And right at that moment, I met the shock of my life—a shock that broke every confidence I ever had to face the devil. A shock that had left me frozen right on the spot. Even when I thought I had a bit of confidence for this moment, my confidence seems to have gone down the drain when I lifted my eyes, only to see this man staring intensely at me with a lighted cigarette in between his lips. Although I haven't met him before, his overall aura has proven one thing to me. This was the most-talked-about devil: Vincenzo Ace.

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.

His eyes widen as he stares at me. “Erm.” I laugh seeing him silenced. “Please?” Hell, I am part of them. I’m a Devil, so I need to overcome this shit. Maybe people learning how I helped carve him up will stop others from coming for me? Maybe they will stop thinking I am weak and a target. Who knows, maybe it won’t. “Sure thing, little birdie. Pick your weapon.” I skip across the room and choose a dagger. “Now, pick what to cut off, or carve.” Demitri’s words are whispered in my ear.

“Do you need to check that out?” “No,” I shook my head negatively, maybe a little too quickly. “It's probably just from Peach.” If Peach was the devil maybe. But she wasn't. You know who the devil was? The devil. Sending me a devilish, sinful text like that to mess with my mind. I wouldn't let him win. I was going to give Lev all of my attention. “What's your favourite food,” I blurted. His forehead creased, as he chuckled in clear amusement.

“Isn’t that right, darling?” All the security I felt was thrown out the window as his cold voice washed over me. I opened my mouth to respond, but Viktor beat me to it. “A human Luna.” He clicked his tongue. “Unusual. The pack will definitely talk.” “The pack can talk all they want.” Luca said, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. “My choice is not up for discussion.” The air shifted around us, as if there was an invisible force. Viktor smiled, forcefully, revealing his sharp teeth. “Of course. My apologies. Welcome to the family, Mrs Moretti.”

“What do you mean by that?” “It’s just a suggestion… for your own good,” Ace said softly, locking eyes with Austin. “And if you can… stop the Council Head too.” He rose slowly, moving toward the door. Austin’s lips pressed into a thin line, disbelief twisting his features. “The Council Head is not someone that your Luna can burn. He is Alpha Finn Hart, the Phantom.” Ace paused in the doorway, slowly turning to meet Austin’s gaze. His expression was grim, almost serene. “Then now… you will see what happens when the Phantom meets a… psycho.”