Devil May Cry Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

Like I was choking on everything I hadn’t known. “I even arranged Sea’s abduction,” Devon added casually, as though he were discussing weather. “Thought it’d make you talk. Thought you’d hand over the formula. You didn’t. Doesn’t matter. I’ll find another way.” Then he smiled. A sick, twisted thing that barely touched his eyes. “And when you finally stop breathing?” he said, now pointing toward the sacred temple steps. “I’m going to drag Avery into that holy little sanctuary and fuck her until she begs me to stop. I want to see that fire in her eyes turn to tears.”

Walk into the hotel lobby. Make it to the elevator before the tears start. In my room I collapse on the bed. I slept with Lennon Cross. And it meant nothing to him. I lay there replaying every moment. Every kiss. Every touch. The way he looked at me. Like I was the only person in the world. Was that fake too? Just part of the performance? My phone finally has signal. It buzzes nonstop. Messages from Maya. **Where are you?** **Sloane answer your phone**

A thread of envy that pulled tight every time the Devil’s hands mapped the mortal’s body like a territory, every time those claws dragged over soft skin Caelum had only seen in flashes—hanging from the cross, drenched in sweat and pain, eyes too bright and stubborn for someone who should have broken. Now that same soft skin flushed under a different kind of heat. Under a different kind of strain. He watched the Devil’s hands settle on her hips, fingers spanning her so easily. He watched them slide up, over her ribs, around her waist, down again. Greedy. Possessive. Intimate. Every touch a claim. Caelum’s throat felt dry as bone dust.

Despite all the fear, there was also determination in your eyes "Are you willing to die for it?" His gaze was telling everything. YES. "Do you know who I am?" He claims it slowly. "I am the Devil" I approach and hold his face in my hand, his tears beginning to fall with the pain he was inflicting on his jaw "And respect his loyalty, one day I will find you in hell." I run the scalpel down her throat and the blood starts to flow as I watch the light go out from her eyes. Another life coming to an end. I look at my bloodstained hands and realize that this is the only thing I can offer Yesenia.

He lends down to her level, their faces were just an inch away from each other. His gold-like eyes stare at her. "Better run little bunny, you are about to sell yourself to the devil" He whispers to her ears. Audrey swallows hard as sweat forms on her face. Thank god for the cloak, no one could see her frightened face. "What's worth serving a human mean while I can serve the devil directly!" She said, Cannon, smiled. "Ready to dive into the deepest part of darkness huh? " His hands caress her arms, and she shivers in response." Such a responsive bun," he said seeing her reaction to his touch.

Zamien asked as he pressed his for on Mark’s chest. Mark cried out in pain. His forehead was already bleeding when Zamien forwarded his hand. A red flame produced around his hand and he said, “It will extract all the energy from you. Then you will no longer be a special Devil.” Zamien smirked. His pull on Mark’s hair was still intact and he brought his hand closer to Mark’s chest when Mark defended that flame using a white one. The other second Mark grabbed Zamien’s wrist and grinned at him. “Y-you again underestimated me,” Mark stated. Damien had reached there by then. Mark’s eyes were glistening brought green as he looked at Zamien. “Let’s go together to the underworld,” Mark whispered and

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.

"Heck no. I can't raise a pitch to save my life." Vito nodded, taking a slow sip of his drink. "Yeah. I wouldn't have counted on you." Ash turned back to him, his smirk widening. "You're such an asshole, you know that?" "Takes one to know one." **EOFB** ******* Vito blinked, and the memory scattered like smoke. The final note of the cover song Aiden was singing… Die with a Smile by Bruno Mars hung in the air, and then Aiden opened his eyes, chest heaving, sweat making his shirt cling to his body.

A long second passes by. “Five.” Fuck it. I've already crossed the line once. “Nina,” He steps closer, eyes dark, voice low as a whisper. My heart thumps furiously in my chest. I know without saying that I have sold my body to the devil. And I'll burn in hell for a chance to feel his touch again. His fingers snake around my throat, clamping shut as he pulls me in. Heat swells in my belly as his lips brush my ear, and I hear the hunger in his voice when he says