Devil May Cry Novels Novels & Stories

He stated with complete, utter seriousness. “You motherfucker! Go fuck yourself. I will leave. You just watch how. You son of a devil!” I grunted, taking his damn hard chest into my mouth and bit him hard. He groaned, pulling me back away from him. Nikolai’s hand grabbed my neck—not to tight, but enough to hold me in place. He forced me to look into his eyes and moved back, my back hitting the wall, and he pressed against me. “You’re a kinky fan?” He smiled—his eyes held that dangerous look.

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..."

Henry's POV --- "No, p-please don't hurt me. I haven't done anything wrong." I cried out, I didn't know what to do. "Help! Someo-" The man immediately covered my mouth with his hand to prevent me from screaming. I felt the guy's nose on the crook of my neck, he was breathing so loudly that it made me shiver. "Mmmm... Mate! Ahhhh…Fuck! You smell so sweet." What did he say? No! I don't want this!

I actually don't know what changed my mind, and even if I did know, I just couldn't see myself coming to terms with it. Hell was not what I had imagined at all. Who said it was a pit of flames? Given, it's very hot, but it's not on fire per se. The scenery is amazingly beautiful with glimmering lights and shining buildings throughout the realms. It was always nighttime in hell and the lower the level (descending), the hotter it was. There are ten levels of hell. Seven levels are dedicated to the Cardinal sins: pride, envy, wrath, greed, sloth, gluttony, & lust. The eighth and ninth levels are for demons and their quarters. The tenth level is reserved for the King.

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?! "

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

His face didn’t hold any emotion like sadness or whatnot, but from his eyes, I could read it all. My lips parted at the realization. Was he really apologizing to me? Alejandro? The man whose authority could move mountains at will? The man they call IL DIAVOLO? ~The devil Was I dreaming? Yeah, maybe. That definitely had to be it. Never in a million years would Alejandro ever admit that he was wrong. No. I moved back a little to be sure I heard him correctly. “What?” I asked, and as if that snapped him back to reality, he frowned.

EMILY'S POV As I was pulled into a dark room, I felt the men move me forward to where Dante stood. He faced the window that overlooked the dark surrounding with a hand in his pockets. As I tried steadying myself from being pulled around, I heard the door close. I was now alone with Dante. There was silence. An eerie one that filled the room. And when he turned, I almost had my heart in my mouth. He gazed at me for a while, then took two strides to where I stood.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

It was as if the spirits of Sodom and Gahmorah had inhabited the very island. Laughter and moaning mixed with the screams of Dark Desires floated on the air and caressed his senses like a lover begging to be embraced. Bernard couldn’t help but picture Margo tied up with chains and a leather collar around her slender milky neck. He wanted to trail his lips across her skin and sip from her the best nectar the world had ever presented. He wanted to trail his fingers across her skin and make her burn for him. Even if her eyes held hatred her body would betray her in the end and succumb to his whims. “Sir!” A woman’s panicked voice called to him dragging him from his wanton thoughts of Margo.