Devil Fruits Book Novels & Stories

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

Devanna noticed my reaction and just chuckled. "They are creatures who are almost the same as us, they have self-esteem, have shame .. can feel disappointed and humiliated, therefore ... don't make them offended. You understand what I mean?" I just nodded, I returned to processing the dough until it was ready to be put into the oven. Devanna invited me to sit aside. There is a sofa in pink and red there. We sat side by side while waiting for the oven to sound. "It's a slightly different world. Did Charlie tell you... That I have fairy blood from my grandfather's line?"

Though not as bulky as the Hulk beside me, I could see the lean and powerful muscles beneath his clothes, ensuring an aesthetic nature while also maximising sreneth over bulk. "Miss, Gina?" he called, pulling me out my reverie. "Are you okay?" "Um, yeah," I nodded. "Thank you for having me, Mr Devon Fenrir." "You can simply call me Devon," he smiled charmingly. I did my best to ignore that warm smile and his easy-going nature and remind myself that this was the face of the monster who has been making the lives of my family a living hell for a while now. "I would like to get straight to the point if you would allow me?" I said once I sat down.

All eyes fell on the Divine Farmer in an instant. The Divine Farmer pondered for a while and said slowly, "When I was young, I once obtained an ancient book with a record on the Soul-devouring Bloodworm. The worm is derived from the power of the fiend soul, and there is no way to cure it in the Human World." 'No!' Darryl felt like he had been struck by lightning. His mind went blank, and the only hope in his heart instantly shattered. It was the same for the others, and the atmosphere in the hall became gloomy.

My feet were bleedinginside my heels, and the diamond necklace was cutting into my collarbone. It felt as if I was trapped inside a nightmare, from which I couldn’t wake up. Luca appeared beside me, two flutes of champagne were in his hand, and offered me one. “No thank you.” I said coldly, barely looking at him. He shrugged and drained both. “Your loss.” He said with disdain in his voice. Motherfucker.

But fate had already started moving, quiet and unseen, like the storm outside. And for the first time in years, Lucian Moretti felt something unfamiliar stir beneath the armor of control he wore so perfectly. He ignored it, convinced it was nothing. But deep down, even the Devil knew that once you let emotion in, everything begins to burn.

She didn't know why she cared so much, but Valia’s pain gripped her like a hand around the lungs. She flipped another page. And Another. She could not stop. By the tenth chapter, the world around Fru had begun to shift. "What in gods' name of craziness is going on..." Fru whispered, as she struggled to stand straight. Her eyes darting around her. The sound of crickets dulled into silence. "Whoa, whoa, whoa" Fru's mouth rounded in disbelief as the ink in the book rippled beneath her gaze, words liquefying into an emerald glow.

The only woman who it took to make me Human was dead, now, I was going to be the devil they always accused me of. The first one came at me with a spear, hesitated—just a second—but that second was enough time for me, I ducked low and drove my sword through his gut, twisting until I felt the resistance snap. He crumpled before he could even scream. The others hesitated just for a moment, enough to see the look in my eyes. Enough to feel it ;the shift. This wasn’t Azrael the bastard, this wasn’t Azrael the weird child, This was the thing they created.

I couldn't believe my eyes; this was indeed happening to me. ‘Come on, shut the door, slut,’ Tobias uttered, kissing Daphine on her neck right in front of me. The guilt was written all over her face, the feeling of betrayal was all over me. I stood there dumbfounded, seeing them do their silly things, but I can't help but cry.

Still, Yara didn't cry. "I see, huh?" Damian whispered between kisses, his tone low and dangerous. "You think by being this strong, you can beat me? No one can fight Damian Devatra. Not even you." Yara let out a short breath, the blood on her lips starting to flow faster, but she looked at Damian with hateful eyes. "You will not win, Damian. Hurting me like this only shows how weak you are. A real man doesn't need to torture to feel powerful."