Devil May Cry Novels Novels & Stories

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.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

"How dare he?" Anger surged through my veins. I started reading below that line and it didn’t take me a second to realize that it was written by Binnazun. The book was based on the legendary enmity between Angels and Demons and the mass exodus of demons after the partition of Heaven. The narrator was Binnazun as it was completely his side of the story which was nothing but a pool of white lies.

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And now, the strings tighten. Damitri slumped, sword clattering from numb fingers, his breaths ragged wheezes. The queen sobbed, clutching the infant tighter, while the boy stared with wide, tear-streaked eyes, fists balled at his sides. The devil's gaze shifted, those crimson slits narrowing with predatory hunger. He released Damitri with a casual flick, the shadows recoiling like whipped serpents, and strode toward the child. His hooves clicked ominously on the flagstones, tail lashing behind him, barbed tip carving shallow furrows in the stone. He paused before the boy, then crouched low, wings folding with a leathery rustle, bringing his grotesque face level with the child's. Sulfurous b

“Yes, we risk making it boring. But, I think Mr. Rick will appreciate an organized paper rather than a messy one. Besides, we can pick two interesting works.” “What do you have in mind?” he asks softly. For no reason, his mellow voice and cooperativeness give my heart a certain jittery. It slowly starts pounding in a fluttering way. My expression softens considerably and so does my voice. “What about 1984 and Brave New World? Both are dystopian novels, but the societies described in each book are different. We can discuss the social orders and their influence on the societies.” That’s when I hear a long heavy sigh. He twirls his pen and looks up at me, revealing his sharp handsome features.

They were white as snow. He never stopped thrusting deeper into her. He groans out in pain, his gums aches and the urge to bite her again was irresistible. He shut his eyes close hoping he can get rid of the feeling but then, it failed for the second time. It's always said the blood of an angel is as sweet as nothing ever existed and once tasted, there will never be a stopping point. Only now, he believes. Being the devil himself didn't make him an exception from the craving. The demons inside of him seek for more, more than just her blood.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

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.