Devil May Cry Crossover Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Starting into Dante's brown eyes I've realized that the one person who I thought had my back was also part of the sickening plan of Simeon. I cocked the gun, aiming it at Dante and pulled the trigger, the sound of a shotgun rang in my ears. His lifeless body fell to the ground. The taste of blood and gun powder lingers in my tongue. "That is what happens when you dare to cross me. I am not my father, I'll be far worse then him. I will not tolerate disrespect or betrayal from anyone, cross me, death will your punishment now that I've taken over." I proclaimed as the room fell silent.

I queried, "you said you already know everything about me, so what is the point of getting myself over dressed?" " I didn't say that!" Here we go again this the third time we are having an argument in less than 72 hours. " I wanted to say that you look beautiful in a casual dress," " Am I wearing a dress right now?" I asked walking towards the bench. " Why don't you go over to the rollercoaster?" It will be fun. _______ Author POV Julianne went into the rollercoaster ride with her invisible lover which she can't see, A female demon who was watching over Damien was fuming at their back, she raised her hand and pushed the air with supernatural force sending Julianne down from the top of the ro

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

Everything was unexpected, the way this night turned into, the fact that he was one of the Alumna of my University. Liam happened, never did I expect that he'll return to my life and him, The Devil; Victor Amuso was standing in front of me. "What are you plan-nning to do?" I stuttered, crouching myself in the back seat and his eyes looking at me like a lion looking at his prey, His gaze travelled from my face to my neck and my legs stopping at my mid thigh; I followed his gaze and he was looking at my bare legs.

I AM NOT YOUR QUEEN MY NAME IS THALIA PLSS JUST CALL ME BY MY NAME OKEY THALIA YOU NEED GOOD REST BEFORE DOMINIC GETS BACK OK WAIT WHAT THAT EVIL MAN IS COMING BACK 😳😭🥺 PLSS EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE FINE THALIA, ITS LIKE SHE COULD FEEL MY FEAR THIS IS THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE UNDERSTOOD ME SUDDENLY THE DOOR 🚪 TO THE BEDROOM OPENED SEEING HIM MADE MY BREATH UNEVEN, HERE COMES THE DEVIL,I COULDN'T BREATH PROPERLY HELP ME GOD😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

Darkness pressed in from every side. Screams tore through it; raw, desperate, inhuman. A woman’s voice rose above the chaos, shaking with terror. “There… there she is. Kill her. Kill her and the baby. They must not survive.” Shadows rippled. Something stepped forward; massive, horned, wrong. A demon. Its claws glinted like obsidian blades as it reached for the pregnant woman. “No—please—” The plea ended in a wet, sickening sound as the demon tore her open. Blood spilled like a river. A cry pierced the air; thin, fragile, defiant. The demon leaned close, its breath cold as winter.

It was like an ugly pebble compared to all of this. I ventured deeper into the mansion, careful to not make a sound. I could feel a million eyes on me but I could see no one. I turned into a corner, my eyes scanning for anyone and cursing Gideon Vale for making my heart beat this fast in the morning. The hallway opened into what looked like a bar and the devil himself sat there like he had been there the entire time, like the house had simply decided to reveal him when I got close enough. Dark shirt. Sleeves rolled to his elbows. Hair damp and sli