Devil Fruits Figure Novels & Stories

"You! Who betrayed the kingdom! Kill her!" When the devils they called is in front of them now! The devils wore chains and hard vest. They are coloured in red! They had horns, tails, and tattoos all over their body. And so run they ran at Luis Park and the company. "Butt!" "Yes, master!" Butt replied. Then Butt move fastly! And spin to stop the upcoming devils. "Echolocation!" Butt floats and howled an ear-piercing sound.

A second later, Venus was buzzing. Dozens of fiery figures seemed to float round throughout the field. They are shaped like a burning demon's head. Their noses are only dark cracks; their mouths are grinning and show black teeth with fires. The color eyes of those creatures are as dark as darkness, with long, pointy ears like the image of a demon from hell. One figure slipped in front of Venus. The heat and grip suddenly made Venus's chest tighten. “Are they what you meant by the head of the flying devil that time?” Venus asked nervously to the boy whose face was pale now.

All the shadows that swirl in the wind gets sucked into the stone circle, and the symbols on the stone rim start to glow silverish. From the gelatinous material, the devil emerges. He looks the same as before, but I can feel power exude from him as if it’s a tangible thing. The wind doesn’t stop, but it whips through his long, coal-colored hair, making the locks dance around his face as if he’s a goth version of Medusa.

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.

PEBBLES' POV Sardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent. With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and dar

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

”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.

What appears on his face is the kind of a countenance a cat would embody when toying with a mouse whose tail was in its grip, as it watched said rodent try to run away yet end up rebounding; back to the predator. My life now in four simple words. Tom and fucking Jerry. And now that he is so close, every detail I had seen when he stood by the door is sharper now, darker up close, waking up all the wrong sorts of reactions from me. Leone… Andreotti. He's the kind of man that lets you know that the devil isn't really a short creature with red skin, a pitch fork, Cheshire-cat smile and horns. Not really. He's a six-foot-three Greek god with thick brows, deep-set eyes, and a well-trimmed full bea

Freya might have sounded brave, but the truth was, she was worried about how to make his member fit into her mouth. She was right in front of his dick, and it wasn’t just intimidating. It was colossal. No, worse—it looked furious. Like a battle-ready beast demanding tribute. Veins bulged like it had been lifting weights, and it stood there, throbbing with the wrath of a thousand unsatisfied nights. Inner Devil: ‘It’s mad, Freya. Better soothe it with your mouth—like a peace offering.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘This is not a drill. Open wide and show some diplomacy!’