Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

I gasp. He fists my hair at the nape of my neck and yanks my head back, twisting it so I can look him in the eyes as he corrects my words, “The only one that you should be worshipping is me, and I am no God.” He leans in, biting my lower lip, drawing my blood, and licking it. He smiles down at me wickedly, and says, “I am the Devil incarnate, baby,” as he thrusts hard and deep, pretty much hitting my cervix each time. “Oh, Sir, I’m going to come!” I moan.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Why would the devil advise her to go down to a place even him cannot go to. "Is there no other way to go about this?" "I'm afraid, there's no other way. It's your choice now. Save him, or mourn what he was. Either way, time is not on your side." Just like he came, the devil disappeared into thin air, leaving the devastated Aria pondering on the almost impossible solution he had offered. Meanwhile, at the heart of a forgotten realm, where the air was thick with sulphur, and the sky, a bleeding darkness, Lucas knelt in pain. He screamed, but no sound left his throat.

The song by Anthony Warlow played in her head like going raw truly was her best achievement! 'Why did I settle for latex when this feels so much better?' Charlie thought. Inner Devil: 'FINALLY! Liberation from the Latex Lies! RAW IS THE LAW!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘I’m crying. This is a full-blown spiritual awakening! The heavens lied to me!' Inner Devil: ‘Somebody, write this down. This is history. This is the moment Charlie reached Nirvana!’ Inner Devil: ‘You reading this—yes, you! Who else am I talking to? You are also an inner devil now. Accept the task and note his record-breaking history!'

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

DEVIL started to move towards the ANGEL and she was looking at him silently with her red eyes. Tears were running continuously through her eyes. Her nose and her cheeks were swollen and red. A big handprint was visible on her cheeks and it was enough for the devil to lose his mind. Devil came closer to her and knelt in front of her. Angel was looking beautiful in her crying mess too. But Devil wanted to rip off the wedding dress. Her chest was on the show for all the people. He clutched his fist tightly and closed his eyes to calm down his rising temper.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

(Adelaide & The Devil) He stepped inside. Adelaide’s breath fled her lungs. The man—The Devil—stood framed in the doorway, firelight painting sharp lines across his bare chest. His dark hair was damp with sweat, strands clinging to his forehead. His jaw was clenched hard, a muscle ticking violently. His shoulders rose and fell in slow, controlled breaths, the only visible sign of the storm he was barely keeping leashed beneath his skin.