Devil May Cry Creatures Novels & Stories

i hear him growl next to my ear. Then I’m promptly slammed up next to the door with his hand squeezing around my throat. His face a mask of animalistic rage, Dargo bares his fangs and snaps them in front of my face. Seeing evil, true evil in the contortions of his features, my life flashes in front of my eyes. Vampires are the spawn of hell. The devil’s creations. Walking abominations that masquerade as men. I’ve heard and read so much about them that I know this. Yet seeing is truly believing.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

Rex asked, remembering the chittering, hissing creatures that had ambushed him and Markus shortly after arriving at Dracoterrum. “I do not know what a crazak is, but we call them Scampers,” Dilo said, tilting her head after testing the word crazak a few times audibly. “The word has a ring to it. Crazak, I like it.” “They are hive-minded creatures, we do not usually see them often enough for them to be a problem. The fact they are here, have seen us but haven’t attacked is a little strange and off-putting,” Cassius said, his eyes still focused on the ten crazaks all crouching in a semi-circle in the middle of the road, staring up toward their group.

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.

"Good. Let that anger burn. Let it fuel the creature you're meant to be. The half-demon who refuses weakness. You'll teach this realm that your half demon blood does not make you any less stronger or powerful. You have all it takes to burn down Hell. You have an anger that no one and nothing can soothe. Use it. Prove I wasn't wrong to choose you." They stopped on a cliff side overlooking a valley of writhing shadows. The Lower Realm had no light save for the glowing eyes of demons lurking in the darkness below. One of them stepped forward from the shadows, bold and taunting, a creature no taller than a man, but with eyes that burned like coals. "Well, well," it hissed. "The devil's little di

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

Drake __FLASHBACK__ Two days earlier. “What did you find?” Dad asked. “They were hunters but not human,” I answered. “They were what Drazian has created,” Dray adds. We had caught a few of the creatures and killed the rest. They had come onto our land chasing after something or someone. They are vile creatures. They had been created by a hybrid. He was half-dragon and half-vampire. He has been capturing all rare and powerful supernatural species for years now. His favourite target is the rare and powerful gemstone dragons. He has been capturing other supernatural beings and experimenting with them. He is pure evil

Shadows clung to its form like a living shroud, writhing and whispering in voices not meant for mortal ears. The Devourer. Rio stepped forward, his golden eyes burning bright even against the creature’s sickly glow. His voice was calm but laced with steel. “This is the beast Vera was feeding. She was just the key to its cage.” Adonis’s expression was grim, his fangs flashing as he bared them. “And now the cage is open.” Thomas cursed under his breath. “That thing… it’s not meant for this world.” The Devourer pulled itself fully free, its towering body dwarfing the cypress trees around it. Its legs were skeletal columns ending in clawed feet that melted the ground with each step. From its rib