Devil May Cry Power Novels & Stories

He pushed his head back, a mocking laugh escaped his mouth as he bent slightly, glued his palms to his knees to catch his breath. A frown creased her brows and her head bent so she could scan her body just to see if she was a clown or something. Her eyes returned to their normal gray color and she opened her palms wide, taking an eyeful of them and muttered, "It didn't work on him, but why?" "Because I am a demon sweetie. I got my powers from the devil, the king of darkness and I–" Dracula stopped to beat his chest, showering praises on himself. "–am almost as strong as the devil."

Every new attack was drawing him out of his right mind. "I am technically higher on the food chain than you. If I can get you to surrender the way a no-fur surrenders to-" Hades cut the powerful tom off. "I surrender to no one. I never have and with this power, I never will." "Then we are at an impasse." King slipped under the next focused attack to stand bravely in front of Hades. "But that crystal is a liar. It will drain your Doll in an attempt to steal every part of my aura. But I'm the Black Devil. I'm not just a strong Top-side magic user, I'm something other. My power is infinite. Understand, boy?" Then the Black Devil took the full force of one of the sphere's attacks dead on.

Even the devil had a level of fear for the goddess, so there was no way he could've been the perpetrator. It was in this moment that Lucas began to regret all the decisions he had made so far. If he hadn't been weak from all the energy he had used up while the flame was eating him alive, he could've easily tapped into her memory, and retrieved the information he needed. But now he couldn't do any of that, because tapping into his power would mean awakening the flame. After hours of pondering, Lucas decided to confront the devil. "If anyone would know, it would be him." With that thought in mind, he wore a red cloak, and left.

"Take it all, Hema. Show me how much you've learned to please me." Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes but she didn't resist as he began to fuck her face with deep, purposeful strokes. The brutal intimacy of it burned through her - his cock thrusting past her lips, hitting the back of her throat again and again. Drool leaked from the corners of her stretched mouth. But even as she submitted to his depravity, her eyes never left his - dark and filled with a strange mix of loathing and unwilling arousal. Zayden reveled in the small shivers of both revulsion and unbidden pleasure that rippled through her with every driving thrust.

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With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member

He drove her to the edge, then pulled her back, only to push her over again, his control absolute, his will unwavering. ‎She screamed his name, not in pain, but in a surrender so complete it was terrifying. "Lucian! Lucian!" The sound tore from her throat, an admission, a plea, a recognition that in this moment, she was utterly, unequivocally his. The devil alone, he made sure she understood, was her master. Lucian Devlin POV Serena... you're trembling." Her back arched into the sheets, a low gasp escaping her lips as my body moved with expert rhythm above her. The sheets were damp, tangled around their legs, her fingernails carving desperate crescents into the muscles of my back.

In one fluid motion, he crossed the room and slammed Veronica against the wall, his hand gripping her throat with frightening force. She gasped, her hands clawing at his, but his grip was unyielding. “Never raise your voice at me,” he growled, his voice low and deadly. “You do not control me. You do not tell me what to do. I am the Devil. I am Dominique Blackwood. No one tells me what to do.” His grip tightened for a brief, terrifying moment before he released her, letting her crumble to the floor, choking and gasping for air.

Lowering his voice to a low, gravelly whisper that vibrated right against her skin, Dev growled, "You think you're brave, don't you?" Dev whispered, his voice dangerously low, vibrating with a lethal coldness that sent shivers down her spine. "You think a dramatic little slap makes you a heroine in some cheap movie? " I have fucked more beautiful girls than you without looking twice "and now - "You have no idea what kind of hell you just unlocked for yourself." Divya swallowed hard, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. Touching her nose with him, he hissed against her....

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."