Devil May Cry Dante Fanart Novels & Stories

Our first dinner date played in my head, and understanding my expression, Dante smirked before wrapping his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his chest as he kissed my temple. “I want the entire show, neonata. Make him fall head over heels for you, make him run after you, want you, beg for you, make him jealous if needed…” he smirked “I want him to see me as the challenge of his life, and I want to be the enemy that he dies to kill. When you know that you’ve had him wrapped around that beautiful finger of yours, he would be the one to lead you to Giovanni, and that would lead us to the man”

Dracaryx replied. "So Paula gave Yedam the blood and he ran mad and killed her, Valerie said. "Exactly, such a smart boy" Dracaryx praised him. Dante rolled his eyes at their flirting, if Valerie thought he was keeping whatever he had with Dracaryx a secret, he was failing miserably, maybe he should take some lessons from Camilla, Dante thought to himself. "well the both of you remain here, make sure no one gets in here", Dante said as he snapped pictures of the scene and forwarded it to Antonio telling him to call an alliance meeting. He drove back to the house.

My body responded instantly, arching toward him despite the voice in the back of my mind that screamed how wrong this was. We were supposed to be in control. Focused. But with him, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The danger only made it worse—made it better. “This is a bad idea,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I hated how much I wanted him, how much I craved the darkness he carried with him. He was supposed to be my partner, my enemy, my—something I couldn’t quite define.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

“He’s even hotter than I imagined.” “Are you serious right now?” a third whispered. “That man is dangerous.” “Dangerous and fine,” the first girl said quickly. “Look at him, he doesn’t even look scared.” “He looks like he owns the place,” someone else added. “I heard he runs half the city.” “They call him the Devil.” “And I still wouldn’t mind fucking him” “Girl! He is a killer” “What? I’m just saying!” Their laughter filled the space, light and careless, like they were talking about a celebrity instead of someone who could destroy lives without blinking.

I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is. Dante doesn't look like he is 33, he is such a fine young man with an evil heart. I hate him, I hate his guy, I hate everything about him.

I crossed my arms with confidence. "And it's Dante to you." He answered gruffly. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I glared when his hand reached again to my neck. Our faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. My hand automatically landed to his chest, unable to push him. "And when I thrust inside of you, I want to hear you scream my name. Every name of mine. "Adriano. Sol. Di. Angelo." His thumb stroking the center of my neck while uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust clouding the windows of his soul. "And when you cum, it'll be Dante you moan."

Dante says in a low voice, full of annoyance, and I hear Nico’s footsteps retreat. I chuckle and watch him walk away, recalling that I haven’t seen his naked body properly before. A blush crept onto my cheeks when I realised that he had slept naked next to me. His body was glorious. He was tall and incredibly well built, not too much muscle, and it fit his body perfectly. The large Dragonetti Dragon tattoo took up the entirety of his back with its wings snaking into his sides where there were a series of numbers tattooed. His left bicep had what looked like a horned female demon and over his ribs, he had the Omerta written in its entirety. The tattoos on his chest and back complimented his b

He grabbed his mother's wrist, and chopped off the finger that had the devil's mark. When the devil and his human lover were still together, he had tattooed a butterfly on one of her fingers. Lucas was going to use that finger to get back to his father for defying his warnings. Without a second glance at the screaming woman, Lucas left the prison. He drove to an old park, where he stopped his car, and came out carrying a knife and some candles. He drew patterns on the ground with the knife, and lit the red candles, then he cut his palm with the knife. As his blood dropped to the floor, he called out for the devil in a foreign tongue.

Dante. Leaning casually against the window, half-naked, holding a glass of amber whiskey like he was in a cologne commercial. His tattoo curled down the side of his torso like it had been drawn by sin itself, highlighting every sculpted inch of his abs. And that smirk—God, that smirk. Equal parts arrogant and devastating. What on earth was wrong with you, Scarlet? Why do you want to pounce on him? “Why am I here?” I asked, trying to sound firm, though my eyes may have lingered a little too long on his chest.