Novel & Cerita Devil May Cry 5: Visions Of V

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

"The king of doom is here." "Let us fill your already cracked soul." The flame lashed out, and wrapped around his chest. Lucas clenched his fists. His heart pounded, as visions flashed through his mind. Visions of his lover dying by his hands, Behemoth roaring in triumph, his father's disappointed gaze, and his younger self screaming for help. Lucas could feel the flames seeping into his body. He didn't resist. "Take what you must, but leave me the strength to burn him." Lucas yelled through gritted teeth.

A blacksmith raising his hammer. Frozen in time. Lucien approached cautiously. “What is this?” “A veil,” Eveline whispered. “Not death. Not illusion. A suspension.” “Can you break it?” Dante asked. Seraphina stepped toward the image of a young boy playing with a wooden sword. She reached out. Touched his hand. The vision flickered. Then collapsed. All around them, the echoes shattered into ash. A scream ripped through the square—high, ancient, and full of rage.

Then the waves of pleasure began, and for a while – for quite a long while, actually – Briley thought no more. **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Dux, Drake and Briley’s story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Ice’ (The Road Devils MC #5), Ice and Vixen’s story, is the next book in the series and it's available here on GoodNovel. I'd also like to invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

“It’s just these weird dreams I’ve been having… they are messing with my head, Diana.” Devon had told me about this before. The weird pictures in his head had been keeping him awake at night. He told me it was a small little girl that kept on appearing in his dreams and was being haunted by the dark spirits that surrounded her. The little girl screamed and pleaded for help, but no one came for her. No one helped. She was forever stuck in that nightmare, always alone in a corner and covering her ears from the voices in her head.