Devil Fruit Encyclopedia Novels & Stories

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

On it grew fruits shaped like dolls, exactly one per person. Moreover, these fruits had continuously absorbed the souls and power of the dead giants. They could see five-colored brilliance gathering from all around. After absorbing everything, the fruits began to ripen, visibly growing larger until they looked ready to fall. Helena's group moved quickly and caught them. The fragrance they emitted made them unable to suppress their desire to consume them. Barry, as a visitor from the First Heaven with extensive knowledge, hesitated even after obtaining the fruit. It was only a while later that he said this was called a Pseudo Path Fruit. It formed when heaven and earth revived, condensing fro

Dark Valley: a land that flowed with blood and reeked of death. It was located in the furthest part of the wilderness and was said to be a place protected by the gods. There were many legends about the place, but perhaps the most famous of them all was the Legend of the Fruit of Immortality. It was believed that Dark Valley was a land that grew the mythical fruits called Fruits of Immortality. It was believed that when this world was created, an Immortal Tree was born with it. And this tree bore Immortal Fruits every 200 years. It was also believed that anyone who ate of these fruits would live forever. It was said that the reason why Dark Valley was so dangerous was because there were power

They were setting up the most basic traps. The little devils were excitedly digging the holes; some of them were collecting dried branches and leaves. Anom had to admit that the little devils were great at working as a group, and it made his work far easier. They finished the work quickly and left the place, going back towards the red goats. Two of the little devils separated from the group and left to complete the next step. Two of them left the group quickly and came back just as fast. But along with them, they brought a small fruit with a bright yellow color. It was shaped like a pear and tasted very sweet. Anom asked the little devils before, and they told him about this fruit, which was

On top of it was more than 10 over fruits in all sorts of weird shapes. Each of the fruits looked like that of a human’s face; a human’s face that was from hell as it had a menacing and ferocious expression. The surrounding area of the tree was engulfed in a very dense, malicious-looking black air. Lucas was not far away from the rest of the gene martial artists. He was standing on a treetop, observing the scene. He too got a shock. He had never thought that there was such a horrifying fruit. 'Indeed a devilish item, perhaps only someone from the Dark Race can develop such a fruit.'

“You talk a lot.” “You’re so mean.” I pouted before a genius idea popped into my mind. “You know what? We should be best friends because you’re marrying my best friend. We should all be best friends together!” I couldn't contain my excitement and hugged him tightly with a big smile on my face. “Althaia.” The familiar voice of the Devil spoke, making me turn around to look at him. “Oh, look who came over, Tank Man. It’s il Diavolo.” I giggled.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

It was a dragon fruit. The vivid pink and green colors hit my eyes like a physical blow, dragging my consciousness backward through time. This was the exact same exotic fruit I had lovingly given to Stefan on the very night everything in my normal life started to fall apart. It was the fateful night when a wave of brand new, terrifying problems that I didn't even begin to understand started to aggressively hunt me down.

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."