Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

The growl evolved and fluctuated in so much rage. He is faster than I imagine and getting closer sooner than I expected. I pull my sword out of thin air. The sword that's been forged by the man who is famously known as the "Devil's hand". Every soldier and warrior dreams of possessing a weapon that is been forged by him. It is said to be indestructible and the only weapon that can kill a supernatural being. You may be wondering how I possessed a such treasure, well, he used to summon me and wished to be the best blacksmith in the world, so I gave the Devil's hand and in return, instead of taking his soul, I ask him to make me the best sword that can kill all types of supernatural being inclu

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.

I said. Lucian made his way around the front of the bench. I was staring straight ahead so he stopped in front of me. He bent down and I followed him. "You're crying," he said. "I am not," I defended. He touched my face and I realized I was actually crying when he showed me his moist finger. "I didn't even know," I sniffed. "It's alright. People like them have a special place in hell, so you shouldn't worry at all." I stifled a laugh, "How do I know the devil even cares enough to punish them? What if they seek redemption or some other crap?"

Ever again! Suddenly, Eva froze in her spot as she stared at something or rather someone not too far away from her. A few good distance away from her was none other than the Devil himself. He walked confidently, his eyes were sharp, his features remained indifferent as usual and his posture was nothing but powerful yet nonchalant. He was dressed in a black button-up shirt which was rolled up to his elbow, exposing the strong and visible muscles of his arm, a dark coat hanging on his shoulder, and dark pants. Everything he was wearing was all dark but he was still gaining everyone's attention and he did it with ease without having to put effort. Every woman had their eyes locked on him like h

>>>Dante Dante paced back and forth in his dimly lit study, his mind a tempest of fury and frustration. The events of the night replayed in his head, a cycle of rage he couldn't break. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light of the desk lamp, and took a long, burning sip. It did little to quell the fire inside him.

The power gathers to a peak, and I feel myself teetering on the edge of something huge and beyond my understanding. “From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.” “Fuck you!” I scream, unleashing the tidal wave of energy in one terrible, devastating tsunami. Wind whips through the cemetery. Amos lets out an inhuman screech as the roots and the mud suck his form down into the water. I watch as his wild, pale face disappears into impossible depths, something beneath the swamp itself.

Still, Yara didn't cry. "I see, huh?" Damian whispered between kisses, his tone low and dangerous. "You think by being this strong, you can beat me? No one can fight Damian Devatra. Not even you." Yara let out a short breath, the blood on her lips starting to flow faster, but she looked at Damian with hateful eyes. "You will not win, Damian. Hurting me like this only shows how weak you are. A real man doesn't need to torture to feel powerful."

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

“I expected—hoped—that I would die during this war, but thanks to you, I’ll survive. Maybe I’ll even live a long life, but . . . it’s not enough. You aren’t going to hold on to a weak senile old man fifty years from now. Even you try I will die eventually. I know you see powerful Adom, you can kill all angels with flick of your finger but you don't have a power to hold me, one day I will dead Adom and you can't do anything ” Win finished speaking, but Adom was only seeing red. Behind him a glass shattered as the Devil jaw twitched in anger. He moved swiftly, body contorting unnaturally as he came to lean over Win, his hand coming up to squeeze the angel chin in a mockery of their former inti

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.