Devil Fruit Designs Novels & Stories

The wind that swept through Deira carried an omen: The devil had stirred, and the kingdom would soon tremble.

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them, He glows not for him but to bring peace in their life, to erase the Darkness around them, He became Devil not for Power, not for blood, Hater is killed with Kindness, Darkness is defeated with Light, He's Devil fighting against all other Devil's safeguarding his loved ones taking all the Darkness inside him

We have pizza for dinner while they have Sushi, caviar, and other things. I walked up to where Delvin was seated with his friends, I walked with the box of cake in my hand and the friendship bracelet heavy in my pocket, I smiled to myself I am sure he would love his gifts, he has liked everything I have given him till now of course he would like this one.

What appears on his face is the kind of a countenance a cat would embody when toying with a mouse whose tail was in its grip, as it watched said rodent try to run away yet end up rebounding; back to the predator. My life now in four simple words. Tom and fucking Jerry. And now that he is so close, every detail I had seen when he stood by the door is sharper now, darker up close, waking up all the wrong sorts of reactions from me. Leone… Andreotti. He's the kind of man that lets you know that the devil isn't really a short creature with red skin, a pitch fork, Cheshire-cat smile and horns. Not really. He's a six-foot-three Greek god with thick brows, deep-set eyes, and a well-trimmed full bea

The Deathbringers was a pack led by an incredibly powerful leader—Alpha Kane, but everyone called him the Devil Alpha. It was rumoured that his eyes were pitch black during transformation, a color that no Alpha had ever had. Some said he got it by making a deal with the devil while others claimed he was the devil. I agree with the latter. He had to be the devil, believing otherwise would mean that there was something worse than him out there. That in itself, was a more terrifying thought.

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

Only one way to be sure. Warren had found old articles dating back a hundred years or so. There were few that said that you could kill a vampire by driving a stake through their heart. A stake made from the wood of an old, rare tree. He had done some research and came up with three possibilities, a tree called St. Helena Gumwood, and a tree called Dragon Blood Tree, and the last called Agarwood. They had a plan to get pieces of wood from all three trees. Unfortunately, they were all rare trees, so getting pieces from them was going to be difficult. Warren said that he had a way to get them, so he had left to go get what they needed.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.