Devil Fruit Designs Novels & Stories

It’s beautiful, another note falls out as I take out the dress. Get ready, you have a lot of birthdays to celebrate. Your devils x I smile slightly at the dress. A smaller box under it. My fingers slowly and carefully open it to reveal a pair of earrings. A devil, with a daisy inside its mouth. It makes me smile. Getting washed, I consider what today could be.

“I found these sir.” Drago took the red mask from him and seeing the structure of the mask which he has already been suspecting since seeing it on the cameras; he already knew who it was. After all, the devil never hides himself. He stared back at the cameras and closed his eyes, Ava has broken him, she would prefer to be kidnapped than to be with him, under his protection. From what he just watched, it was obvious she didn’t want to be saved, she wasn’t against the kidnap, the question now is, why?

Suddenly, the goat-headed devil is in pain and grabs his tail. “DAMN YOU! HUMAN BRAT! EEEAAHHH” The devil’s claws suddenly became longer. The goat-headed devil is starting to get frustrated and attack Abelard with his claws wildly. Abelard does not lose, his sword dance gracefully. The Devil’s hooves and Abelard’s sword collide with each other.

There was no instruction, so I hoped that it was an equipment that even an idiot could operate. I turned it on and a cartoon version of Travis’s face popped out on the screen. “It’s so like him…” I laughed. After I watched an opening theme that included cartoon Travis fighting bugs the tablet’s software launched. There were couple of colorful icons describing user’s choices. The main icon said “detect”. I took a deep breath and tapped it. Thankfully, after I chose my option the screen showed an instruction. “That is the first time that I’m glad that someone thought of me as an idiot…” I sighed.

she yelled but to her disappointment, the bells continued to ring and no one was present to open the door. A frown settled on her brow as she pushed away from her table and climbed the stairs of her small house, finally shouting, "I'm coming!" The persistent ringing of the doorbell was driving her crazy. But before rushing to answer, her gaze swept across the empty rooms. "Where’s Mum?" she wondered, her expression hardening with concern. Still, she shook off the worry and opened the door, ready to face whatever awaited her. Before her stood two imposing figures clad in leather jackets. A sense of surprise washed over her as she noticed a striking dragon tattoo circling around their necks.

Before we could react, something massive leaped from the bushes, landing just a few feet away. Its eyes glowed red like burning coals. The Devil Alpha.

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an

she added. “Warm, huh?” Zayden mused, glancing at her. “Then we’ll make sure it’s exactly how you want it.” She looked up, slightly surprised. “We?” He didn’t answer, simply continuing to tweak the house model according to her suggestions. A few moments later, as she finished the last bite of her ice cream, he zoomed out the screen to reveal the final design. Hema’s eyes widened. Her breath caught in her throat. Right there, in elegant golden letters at the entrance of the digital model, was the name of the house—