Devil Fruits Figure Novels & Stories

The petrichor smell in the air had always relaxed me but today it didn’t, I looked around the garden and everything was still the same the way it was yesterday night when I had fought with the devil and discovered my powers. I walked to the center of the garden and then taking a deep breath, I yelled loudly, “Hey devil, I am here, come over, show yourself.”Just as I finished speaking, I started counting in my heart. 1 2 3 BOOM And there he appeared in front of me, I wasn’t shocked because I had expected this from him. I stood firm, staring into his eyes coldly. He has turned into Oliver again. He stood in front of me and sneered loudly, “Wow… You seem to become quite talented now, huh, I was

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

And her skin. I groaned painfully when I felt my buddy stirred down there. Damn it! Her skin is so soft and delicate. And that red rose on the right side of her ear is so...cute on her. Even the way she arched her eyebrows and how her nose reddened with disgust while looking at me looks so cute for me. I don't know if I'm being weird or what, but damn, my mate is something, no, someone that I will fvcking never let go of.

Rain’s pov He marched towards me, crouched down, coming face to face before me as he pulled down his hood, and my stomach tightened with dread. The rumours about him were always about his cruelty and the agony he'd caused but none ever warned or prepared me for how beautiful the devil looked like. His face looked like it had been sculpted after the word perfection. The detailed outline of his jawline, and that provocative stare he wore like a garment was alluring. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him. How can a devil be this beautiful?

Serena's POV The party was everything she had wanted it to be and then some. The media got hold of it somehow, the way the media always got hold of things involving Lucian, and by nine o'clock there were already posts spreading across the internet. Lucian Devlin, the devil himself, turns 38. The photographs were everywhere. The garden, the lights, the man himself standing with his wife and his twins and the particular expression on his face that was so different from the expression he wore in boardrooms and in photographs taken without his knowledge. He looked, Serena thought, like someone who had been given something he didn't know how to hold yet but was learning.

"Alliance Lord, it's the forty-two soldiers." "42 soldiers?" Samuel frowned. "Rumor has it that the slaughter in the Devil Race's territory was too heavy, causing rivers of blood to flow everywhere on the ground. Later on, these rivers of blood were mixed with mud, and they carried formidable Devil Energy and resentment and then transformed into 42 clay figure.. "The Lord of the Fiends blew out his fiendish aura to these forty-two clay men, giving them life." "Because of their strong devil qi and strong resentment, and the aura of the lord of the devil clan in their bodies, they were extremely powerful after they turned into human beings. Almost everyone would be killed if they stood in thei

She wanted that kind of life. In Ha glanced back at her hand. "Ah, this is too cute ..." In Ha muttered. She returned to take the black one. She didn't need any extra accessories and this sexy lingerie could be safely hidden underneath her outfit. She stood up, picked up the red devil's lingerie before turning towards her full body mirror. "I prefer the black one." "Aaaaakhh!" In Ha screamed when she heard a male voice. Her hand reflexively hid the item in her hand. Arthur stood behind her holding the doorknob. A small grin hung at the corner of his lips.

Angelica Fergus must have made a deal with the devil and refused to fulfill his end of the deal. The world was certainly against him. It wasn’t usually easy to spot a Bratva boss and find a way to get close to them but Yakov was different. He hated Fergus so much but although Curtis was the latter’s son, Yakov frequented Inferno. He also happened to be one of Heston’s acquaintances—I would call them friends but there was no such thing as friendship in that iceberg’s dictionary.

Through a narrow gap in the center of the double doors, I peep into the chapel and my stomach turns instantly. Pierre Moretti is standing at the altar and this close, in the harsh daylight, he looks even more cruel and devious than I remembered... He’s an older man with thin, slicked-back hair, a pockmarked face, and dark, dead eyes that make him look infinitely more disgusting and wicked than my stepfather could ever hope to be...

What made me quite surprised was his head and height. The devil in my imagination is an all-red or fiery figure with a shaved head and two small horns, and a huge and very tall man. However, this devil in front of me is not bald, but has long hair like genderuwo hair in usual. Even though he was still what I imagined, that is, he was blazing, but he was neither very tall nor very large. The devil's height and body size are roughly the same as basketball players. Reksa the devil tried to approach me one step, two steps; but that much I took a step back. There was a fear that I was holding on to and a feeling that I should not get anywhere near this one creature.