Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

"He dies first. Then I'll figure out how to break you." "I am begging you, he did nothing wrong!" Divya screamed, her voice echoing into the desolate night air as she clutched at her ruined *lehenga*. "Just end this entire chaos tonight! Kill me right here! Dying once by your hands is a thousand times better than dying every single day in your hell!" A devilish, dark smirk slowly spread across Dev’s lips at her words. Her defiance didn't scare him—it intoxicated him. His grey eyes locked onto her, gleaming with an unhinged, predatory hunger.

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.

She tries to catch her breath. “I thought you hate playing hide and seek.” He states. Altarria bites her lower lip. Cain jumps down from the building. He slowly walks down the road dragging his sword. It pierces the ground and leaves fire burning. The rain continues pouring down. But, the fire doesn’t dim. It rages wildly piercing the mist.

One of the men started to sing loudly, Drink, enjoy to the core Get yourself intoxicated more. Make the snow as crown Perfectly fit for our known. Our future King is here, Get ready to celebrate the victory. Only one name was audible, Dev was the name echoed everywhere. Everyone was singing and dancing like a lunatic and enjoying their wine with joy. The wine falls were overflowed with many people, while Dev was speaking to himself, “Why can’t I take my thoughts away from those eyes? It’s evil but exotic. Those eyes were more intoxicating than wines. I came across thousands but those were casting some spells on me.

One more finger and she screams quietly. “Oh,…Devilio, I am going to come!” “Oh, Kayola….not yet. Don’t come” he commands and withdraws his fingers. Kayola closes her eyes and waits for the tremors racking her body to stop. Without warning, Devilio wraps her sexy legs around his waist and plunges into her, making her cry out in intense pleasure. “Fuck!” Kayola screams, feeling full and stretched by his huge penis. The feeling is a mix of pleasure and pain and she thinks she’s gonna die from it.

But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer. “The ‘Devil’,” he said slowly, “is a man feared by everyone. They say he came straight from the darkest parts of hell, a man with a face as beautiful as Adonis, yet more dangerous than any enemy. His voice is deep and enticing, like an angel’s whisper… but his smile can freeze your heart and make you feel like you’re standing at death’s door.” Alina swallowed hard, curiosity and dread mixing in her chest. “What’s his name?” she asked softly.

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

“This is sin. This is disgrace. This is shame!” “Isaac!” my mother said softly, tears already in her eyes. “Please…” He ignored her. His eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and unforgiving. “You went out there, you got corrupted. This is what happens when you leave your family, your church. You let the devil in!” I stood up, trembling but defiant. “It’s not the devil, Dad! It’s me! It’s who I am!” His hand hit the table again, harder this time. “No it’s not!”

Ace’s POV A scream pierces through the air, sharp and painful. Any normal person would cringe at the sound or be filled with such fear it would make their knees wobble like a newborn fawn. But I’m not a normal person. Never claimed to be. I’m the fucking devil.