Devil May Cry Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

He chuckles making his chest vibrate. "Let me tell you a story. " This make her look up at him. He looks back . The various lights from the carnival make his eyes sparkle. "There was a devil ,you know an evil person.Then he saw an angel and wanted to have her. No cage her! he waited for many years to have her in his cage. He watched her to age into a beautiful girl. he watched her from far away! The devil inside of him couldn't wait anymore and was always planning to cage her , possess the angel. So he went with the plan to bring her in his dark cage and never let her go!"

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue. When their lips finally parted, barely an inch between them, both smiled. “I’m glad you called me that day, Vivica,” Finn whispered. Vivica’s smile widened as the world around them shifted. Suddenly, they were no longer in the grand hall, but standing beneath the ancient Devil’s Tree, the very place where their story had begun. She looked up at him with pure love. “I knew you would come, my dear Devil.” Finn closed his eyes and pulled her into another deep kiss. “Yes,” he breathed against her lips. “Only yours…” “Only mine… my dear Devil.” THE END.

he husked in her ear, clenching her heart in dread. Cyra tilted her head to glare into his unruffled blue eyes with her glossy ones. “I will, you fucking devil,” she blurted out at him, widening his smile. His eyes filled with amusement. “I quite like the name….You can call me that, Ms. Merciez,” he said to her, earning an enraged glare from her watery eyes, until she witnessed him cupping the side of her face a bit firmly where he pressed his lips against hers. “Cyra Devil Alvaro,” he whispered in her mouth, freezing her soul. Cyra Devil Alvaro? Did he mean Cyra Zaiden Alvaro?

Even a towel I had to wrap around my body at a sluggish tempo, not even caring to adjust the knot enough for it to be secured and not go loose and fall at the slightest of falters. Trying to sleep it off had failed, the cold shower had only made matters worse, erotic literature was not going to save me now and there was only one other option; physical indulgence. I have never drank spirits, but in that moment I had the strongest craving for the Devil's spirit which undoubtedly is made from tears of his victims or is demon blood distilled with the fires of Hell. I needed the strength of that Hell brew to knock me straight into oblivion and if I am lucky enough, to give me a high I will never

And then an unfamiliar house swims to the forefront, a large, boxy building sagging toward the mire on the same foundation as the one I had built. These thoughts belong to Amos, I realize. But the demon’s walked this swamp for the last time. The portal hungrily devours Amos’s soul. I don’t know if it’s dead, or if it’s just been sent back to hell. Honestly, I’d prefer that I never find out. I don’t fight as the spectral opening beckons me deeper. I’d made a deal with the devil. My soul has been forfeited since the very moment I first allowed Amos in.

I can't place where exactly. Vincent Halstead, the Devil of Deals. Was that the same man I met? This elusive Devil just handed me a kitten? “I don't know, what if it's not him?” “There's only one way to find out,” Seraphina sighs. “What do you think though? Did he have the devilish aura?” “Oh he had more than the aura. He looked like he stepped out of hell or something—” The door opens and Charles walks in. “Sera, I'll call you back.”

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.

“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.

Dev says making Sona get all dirty thoughts about how it will be like to offer her whole body to the dragon king. * Read the next chapter to continue with their romance. Thanks.