Devil Fruits Book Novels & Stories

“It’s delicious! It’s the most delicious egg I have ever tried.” Freya, "..." He ate another. And another. And another! Inner Devil: ‘Oh-ho-ho, buckle up, uterus. We are not sleeping tonight!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘This man is loading his stamina like it’s DLC content!’ Inner Devil: ‘Look at him go! Salt, vinegar, desire!’ Freya also ate some, and indeed she found it good. Strangely delicious.

He ferociously glared at her, shooting daggers out of his eyes in hopes of killing Veronica in one strike. Before she could comprehend what was happening, she was now on the bed with Sebastian atop her, propping his hand on the bed as he glared at her beneath him. "Oh really? Do you want to try and see if it's pleasing to the body?" He asked sinisterly, an evil grin threatening to be released from his face. For once, Veronica stiffened as her back drenched in sweat. It was then she realized she had sucessfully angered the great devil. Not wanting to lose the battle, she pretended to be unaffected as she twirled the corner of his sleeves pyjamas seductively while batting her lashes.

And now, the strings tighten. Damitri slumped, sword clattering from numb fingers, his breaths ragged wheezes. The queen sobbed, clutching the infant tighter, while the boy stared with wide, tear-streaked eyes, fists balled at his sides. The devil's gaze shifted, those crimson slits narrowing with predatory hunger. He released Damitri with a casual flick, the shadows recoiling like whipped serpents, and strode toward the child. His hooves clicked ominously on the flagstones, tail lashing behind him, barbed tip carving shallow furrows in the stone. He paused before the boy, then crouched low, wings folding with a leathery rustle, bringing his grotesque face level with the child's. Sulfurous b

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

That’s ironic. "Luigi, you just have to get the devil's book, and there you'll know everything you need to know," Satan said as we talked. "How? Where can I get the Devil's book?" I asked him. "Don't worry," he said, smiling. "It will come to you on its own." Tss. Satan is amazing, isn't he? I wondered if the book was flying because it would come to me on purpose. Well, even though it’s hard to believe, I have to trust Satan. After all, he did not ask for anything in return. How ironic!

Seeing the demon coming down from the stairs, I hurriedly jumped from my seat, going to pounce on him. ‘What have you done, why??’ I yelled at him, hitting him hard. Instead, he pushed me very hard away, and I went crashing to the floor. I raised up my eyes, looking at Daphine standing beside him, watching him. I felt disgusted by the two of them. ‘Do you think I ever loved you?’ He said, his words were heartbroken to me. ‘I only take you to bring me more money. How dare you interrupt my peace with my girl!!’

My fingers tightened around the book, and I knew this was what I wanted to read. “Interesting choice,” his amused voice came from behind me. “Yes, I think this is going to be my next read.” My fingers slowly slid against the title of the book. His hand tightened against my arm, jerking me around to face him. My hair spun like silver ribbons striking his face. “Even the devil has a reason to become the devil,” he said rigidly. His nostrils flared. “Don't forget that, Zorya. Never forget that.” The yellow slits in his eyes narrowed at me, but it was the hidden pain in them that shook me to my core.

Her door opens without a sound. There she is. Curled on her side. Breathing even. She looks... untouchable like this. “Why can’t I just hate you?” The words slip out before I can stop them. My eyes drop to the dresser. A book. I pick it up. Yellow streak across the page. Thick. Messy. She used syrup. “The devil doesn’t only wear horns. He wears control like a suit.” I stare at it. A smile cuts across my mouth. I don’t mean for it to.

Time to get back to work. "Sloane?" I turn. "The book I left on the bus. Did you read it?" "I'm halfway through." "And?" "It's exactly what I needed. How did you know?" "Because I read it three years ago when I was falling apart. And it helped." He shrugs. "Figured it might help you too." "It does. Thank you." "Small gestures." "Small gestures," I agree. I walk back to my equipment feeling lighter than I have in months.

“No. No, Eve, absolutely not. It’s better you pick Nate again and again than him. What are you thinking?” “Are you crazy?” I spat. “I don’t care. He’s the only option—” “I don’t care either!” Mia hissed. “That man is the devil himself. Don’t you recognize him? He’s the newly appointed Alpha of the pack.” My eyes widened. Sage Hawthorne. The devil Alpha himself. I had heard the rumors—the brutal way he took power, the cold warnings, the reputation he built in months after returning from abroad. He was feared. Respected. Untouchable.