Devil Fruit Encyclopedia Novels & Stories

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

“What if I want us to be together again, Eve? Try one more time and see the man that I have become?” I raised a brow, meeting his gaze again. “And what makes the present you and the before you different?” “Nobody calls me 'devil' anymore,” he replied, completely unshaken. My brows lifted. “What?” He gave a small, almost self-deprecating smile. “Everyone used to say that I was devilish because of my attitude—cold, ruthless, always ready to tear through anything that got in my way. But I can promise you, nobody calls me that anymore. They see that I’ve changed… for the best.”

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

"Violet! That’s a Lightning Orb! It’s a grade-four magic core, insanely rare, only forms where storm spirits die, do you know how much this is worth?! We could buy a small island! Hug your baby dragon! Hug it now!" The dragon puffed up, looking smug, then pounced on another bush and started digging like a truffle pig on caffeine. Within seconds, it unearthed a trio of glittering red berries, each pulsating with a dim golden light. I blinked, totally lost. "Let me guess, those are super dangerous and also edible?"

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

“Well, for one, this particular fruit is a holy fruit known as Heaven’s apple!” explained the crowned woman. As she went on, Gerald came to learn that the Heaven’s apple only matured once every hundred years. Since the fruit was capable of replenishing energy and mending wounds, it was a fundamental pharmaceutical ingredient in the Leicom Continent. “…Alright, but… That doesn’t explain why the dragon’s so interested in the Heaven’s apples. Just so you know, I even fed it meat earlier, but it barely showed any interest!” replied the confused Gerald.

Delilah quips, placing her hand on her baby bump. “Well then, juice for the mágissa [witch]. We wouldn’t want any harm to come to you or your baby,” Dionysus sneers. He picks up Delilah’s glass and swirls the wine inside. The color lightens to what looks like a cross between pomegranate and cranberry juice, “There. Fermentation free. Pure as the day I squeezed it.” Delilah picks up the glass and smells it, then takes a small taste to her lips. Her eyes widen with delight, “Thank you, Deon. It’s magnifique!”

"I understand, Your Majesty! Mr. William, do you know anything about silver-leaved plants?" "Silver-leaved plant? "Yes, the plant has wide, pointed silver leaves," "Leafy plants huh? Those plants are called devil plants because they grow in the forest at the foot of a volcano. Demon plants are parasitic plants that will damage the plants that grow around them, that's why they can't be planted near residential areas because they will become a pest to other crops. According to the story, the demon plant was deliberately created by Demon King Diavolos to trick humans, "

Falvio currently had combat classes so he couldn't keep me company and Sienna was out for garden tools since there was a green house out in the backyard. Now that I think about it I haven't been to the back yard. A smile crept onto my lips when I realized what I would explore next. A hand of homemade fresh strawberry daiquiri rested in my left hand made by one of the workers, Gloria. As far as I know she makes the best cocktails I wouldn't be surprised if she used to work from a bar. Since it was raining earlier it was cooler outside. The sun was shining but it was a bit cloudy and windy. As I stepped out the smell of wet grass and wood filtered my nostrils.