Devil May Cry 5: Visions Of V Novels & Stories

I knew their names the way everyone knew them: whispered in fear, moaned in fantasies, printed in tabloids that called them immortal gods and ruthless monsters in the same breath. Vincenzo Drakvolk. The tallest. The leader. Amber eyes that burned slow like embers under ash, voice that could command armies or unravel panties with a single syllable. Lorenzo Drakvolk. Gold-eyed devil with a smirk that promised sin, hands that looked made for breaking things—or making them beg. Valentino Drakvolk. The quiet one. White hair like fresh snow on a grave, silver eyes that never blinked when they decided something belonged to them. The one they called the devil not because he was cruel, but because he

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

I told Devon everything that I saw when I was inside the cabinet. I know it might sound weird to him but I understand even me, I found it weird too but I saw what I saw. I also told him that the girl’s name is Cassandra and she is not dead but I am not yet sure about that, because I just saw someone take her away from the burning car and that’s it. That’s the end of my vision. Devon is silently listening to me while driving back home. He didn’t have any reaction to all that I said. I don’t know, maybe he is too focused on driving me, while I am facing the window while telling him everything about what I saw. I feel so tired and I feel so down right now like I have an emotional need after eve

She hears the sound of the babbling water and upset voices going from hushed mumbling to loud clear words. The first thing she records when she opens her eyes is Vimar's anguished screams. She is helped to sit up and sees Vimar sitting with Brage in his arms. He cries and prays to higher powers to return his beloved, rocking back and forth as he’s showering him with kisses over his pale face. Vimar's shoulders are slumped and shaking violently as tears run down his cheeks in unbroken lines. Cain and Julien are behind Indra, but she wonders who is who's kneeling down in front of Vimar and Brage. Indra looks up at Cain, who shrugs his shoulders in a questionable gesture. She stands up and on s

Understood all the demons in my head that wanted to come out and play. He took care of me. Loved me. And I loved him. "Lucian" I moaned "Look at me baby" he growled, his hand gripping my neck as I looked at him, my eyes glassy as he fucked me incessantly. Vote and Comment .

“I expected—hoped—that I would die during this war, but thanks to you, I’ll survive. Maybe I’ll even live a long life, but . . . it’s not enough. You aren’t going to hold on to a weak senile old man fifty years from now. Even you try I will die eventually. I know you see powerful Adom, you can kill all angels with flick of your finger but you don't have a power to hold me, one day I will dead Adom and you can't do anything ” Win finished speaking, but Adom was only seeing red. Behind him a glass shattered as the Devil jaw twitched in anger. He moved swiftly, body contorting unnaturally as he came to lean over Win, his hand coming up to squeeze the angel chin in a mockery of their former inti

The car comes to a halt with his head bashed through the side mirror and the cut tearing down half of his face. He struggles to open his eyes but the thick red liquid drips further. His vision gradually grows foggy. The only thing he manages to see is a pair of black boots approaching the damaged car and a young accented voice, his foggy mind cannot place which, saying, “Get him out.” Sebastian opens his eyes, the clotted blood hinges at the top of his eye lid on the right and completely closes the other. He opens his eyes and the first face his eyes meet are a pair of amber eyes covered in tears and a blood tainted thin lined lip.

Mia hissed, barely looking at Hema. Hema sat still, her expression calm—too calm. Her fingers clutched the sides of the chair she sat on, back straight, chin lifted. Her eyes, though blank, had a heaviness to them. As if they had seen too much. She didn’t ask for clarity. She just nodded. From the depths of her purse, Hema retrieved a small glass vial—delicate, almost beautiful. The liquid inside shimmered a pale golden hue, silent and deadly. She rolled it between her fingers like a fragile piece of fate.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

She only thought witches have the power to appear anywhere they want but a vampire? "Sacred are you?" Zephyr muttered softly. His eyes were red, blood-red and Penelope could feel the anger exuding from his body. "My king!" Penelope mumbled. Zephyr smiled, closing the space between him and Penelope while the latter also decided to create a huge space between them by walking backward. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't in his right senses, he never was! She finally reached the wall, there was nowhere she could run. Zephyr's smile grew bigger at this, he placed his right hand on the wall and used his left hand to caress her beautiful skin.