Devil May Cry Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

Dame was summoned because Derrick was too jealous and worried. Dame couldn't stop studying every single movement that the devil made. How he held her hand; how he wrapped his arm around her waist; how he stared at her with so much admiration in his eyes, he knew that it was special. It was so special that he began to worry. Derrick is the devil. Lyra is human. Their connection is forbidden. He belongs on his throne down under, but she still has to continue living on earth. He punishes pure evil, and she's a pure soul. They have a connection that was impossible for them to have in the first place.

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.

A mistake was committed by stars to bring the two powers close. But the almighty never considered a possibility of odd angles. He searched for good even in a demon as to what other reasons he lets that abomination survive if it weren’t for redemption. He sees great in everyone and encourages them towards that golden path by throwing different schemes. He was aware that this set of spirits was highly contradictory and violent like the combination of ice and fire. So, he turned them, twisted them to fix the wounded bond until settled on one conclusion. The opposite and incompatible pair are not always vulnerable or doomed. Sometimes they could turn into the most fascinating subject. It was nev

My thighs shook, torn between clamping shut and kicking him into hell. I whimpered, biting my lip until I tasted copper. His thumb found my clit, circling it slowly, tauntingly. A low hiss escaped my lips, my eyelids fluttering shut against the pleasure he forced into me. “Devil.” He chuckled, low and wicked. “You keep saying that.” His fingers slid lower, through my slick, and my breath hitched. “Yet here you are,” he murmured, “dripping for the devil.” His fingers thrust deeper, harder, and my back arched off the bed, helpless.

Hema bit her lip to keep from crying out. Without warning, Zayden seized her wrist and dragged her towards the bed, his grip unyielding. He pushed her onto the mattress, caging her beneath his formidable frame. The sheets thrashed about as she struggled to cover herself, but he would have none of it. Zayden's mouth descended upon her breast, his teeth grazing the tender skin. Hema cried out, the sting of pain morphing into an unwanted surge of pleasure. He nibbled and bit, marking her flesh as his own, a perverse brand of possession.

A female child ran into the morgue after midnight and there was definitely something strange going on. Cadell Marcus didn't pay attention at all. It just so happened that there was crystal on the door of this room. Looking inside through the crystal, using the cold moonlight, Cadell Marcus quickly saw a bloodline that made people swell screen. But seeing that beautiful girl who came before, as soon as she entered this room, she was hugged tightly by that male Evil Devil, reaching out a pair of hands emitting black energy to untie the girl's clothes. Soon, the fierce clothes inside were revealed, and then the male Evil Devil played a trick, in a flurry of touching, the female student closed h

Akshara asked while watching the faded moon, "Devil, are you sure that we got married?" Dev moved towards her, "Yes... ours is a legal relationship. Even Las Oajar has nothing to say about it. This amulet I gave is a token and symbol of our relationship." "You said that before. But I wonder and can’t believe my own eyes." Akshara felt a mixture of awe, shock, surprise, and fear."Devil... Am I married to you? Oh my god, I am married. I am married to a non-human creature. I married a hybrid dragon. I married a hybrid wizard. I am fated to marry the combo living being of an animal and a magician. And..."

Chapter 3: Devil Raimere Celeste’s POV “Ugh…” “Cough…cough...” How did it come to this? How did I land in the hands of this devil? “You look so weak and flimsy, but you managed to worm your way to be my bride. I don’t know if I can call you scheming or just plain stupid?” A smirk full of derision did nothing to abate the murderous glint on those terrifying beastly red pupils.

The visual that started the nightmares and slowly, she finds herself a year away from Cassandra’s fate. What about the God she prays to? He can help her, surely he can, he is God. God, if I did commit a sin and you are making me, can you please forgive me? God please, I beg of you. Laurel closes her eyes, letting the tears roll down the side of her eyes, down towards her ears. She ponders into the darkness with a heavy heart, wagering her options over and over again till she is back at the beginning and then again.

she jerked, shutting her eyes Dante leaned in and began trailing kisses around her neck "I can't leave you unmarked," he groans as he kisses and licks her neck. And she squirmed with undiluted pleasure. So I want you to always remember that I, the devil, own both your body, your soul, and everything, and you can't hide from me … She woke up only to discover it was all a dream... another wet dream of the devil...