Devil May Cry Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His intense glares were merciless, and he looked like a devil craving for my soul. "Don't provoke me, Symphony. Try telling anyone about this. I'm telling you, I can play the role of the devil if I want to." He leaned closer to me, his hand still gripping my neck. "You might wake up one day without seeing Autumn anymore. I can do that, try me," he whispered in my ear before forcefully pushing me to the floor. *** "Is Mommy inside her room, Nana? Is she sick?" "Let's just leave your Mommy alone for now, Melody. Maybe she's just busy."

he chuckled softly, proud of his little girl's achievements. Eventually, he decided it was time to sleep. As he drifted off into a deep slumber, Daniel found himself experiencing a peculiarly vivid and unsettling dream. The sound of a girl weeping with heart-wrenching sorrow reverberated in his ears. Unable to discern the source of the crying, he cautiously approached the distressed figure. The closer he got, the clearer he saw that it was Luna, and shockingly, his own reflection stood before her. While Luna crying and shouting, "why are you doing this to me, what exactly I've done to you to suffer like this? Let me go."

Containing, but not limited to: “Gag on my cock . . . Deep-throat me, kotyonok . . . Tap my thigh when you need to breathe.” The moonlight cast a halo over every inch of her body. It looked like an angel was sucking my dick—D’yavol’s dick. I knew the real devil would never let her go. He’d cut off her wings and lock her away. The idea would have some merit if Alexei wasn’t such a massive bitch and if karma wasn’t fucking everything up with feelings, reminding me Mila wouldn’t like that idea very much. As much as I appreciated the tears she shed for me, my skin also chafed at the idea of causing more.

If anything, he wasn't satisfied. He needs her to be on her knees, pleading, begging him to take her back. “ A devil I've known is better than a newly found angel in silk,” she said with her eyes dropping. He smirked. He doesn't mind being called the devil. But something was off, she wasn't just looking hurt. He could feel it deep in his bones, that—that mysterious man he met last night, had done something to her. Something to make her look scared, guilty, and…helpless.

“It’s about the girl.” The girl whose pussy I can still smell all over me. Instead of mentioning that, I decide to play dumb and ask, “What girl?” “Diavolo, don’t blame dumb. You know what girl I’m talking about. My fucking fiancée,” he whispers harshly. I can’t help but smile. Yes, I’m fucked up, but knowing how up in arms he is over his fiancée, one would think if he really cared about her, he wouldn’t have gambled with her life the way he did.

Dear Nicole, You may think that you can run from me but you are wrong Cole. even if you still think so, You can run as much as you can but you can never hide from me. even if you are hiding deep beneath the core of this world, I'll dig up and find you, princess. You just can't leave behind the world you belong to. you can't escape from me, I'll drag you straight back to hell darling. meet you soon Cole. Your sexy bastard, Devil

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

A flash of lightning crackles overhead, reflecting hellfire in the matte black depths of its eyes. “I’ll never be yours,” I snarl back. The weight of Jake’s body pins me down. I can barely move. But I won’t let Amos break me, not while I still have hope. The demon grins. “You already are.” Disgust and terror bubble up in my very soul as it closes the distance between us and swoops in for a brutal kiss. My hands claw at its chest to push it away, but it’s no use. Amos is too strong.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

The room tilts. “What did you just say?” Devon tilts his head. “Your brother held my ankle on that battlefield. Begged me to save him while the light bled out of his eyes. I let him bleed. It was… satisfying.” The scream that rips out of me isn’t human. I launch myself at him. My hands close around his throat, nails digging into skin, thumbs crushing his windpipe. His glass hits the floor and shatters. “You devil!” I snarl, squeezing until my knuckles go white. “You fucking devil, you killed him!”