Devil May Cry Power Novels & Stories

"What do I want? I want your soul, Blake. I want to make you more powerful than you could ever imagine. And in exchange, you will do my bidding. You will hunt down those who oppose me, and you will do it without mercy." Blake hesitated. He knew that selling his soul to the Devil would mean giving up everything he had ever believed in. But he also knew that it was the only way to gain the power he needed to avenge his family. "Fine," Blake said. "I'll do it." And with those words, Blake felt a burning sensation in his chest. He fell to his knees, clutching his chest in agony. But as the pain subsided, he realized that he felt stronger than he ever had before.

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.”

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin

"I wish to purchase Natalia's contract." "What do you have to trade?" The devil said. His voice was smooth and beautiful. I opened my bag and pulled out a crystal. "Power," I said. "How much power?" "How much is she worth?" I asked. "How much power do you have?" I narrowed my eyes at him. I threw a crystal. He caught it in one hand. He looked it over. "God power. Fresh. Interesting. What god did you drain to get this? I don't recognize the flavor."

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

Only static answers. Then silence. Long. Heavy. Absolute. Something shifts inside me — slow, final, like a lock turning. The storm outside grows louder, but for once, it sounds like it’s coming from inside the villa. Inside the man I’m becoming. And I whisper into the dark: “Let them all come. I’ll bury every one.”

Instead of freeing herself she laid there laughing,“ Daemon, I don't know why Xerxes chose to make you a grand lord, because you have a really weak heart not befitting someone of that league, you are the only one who knows about this, we won't be caught if you don't go telling tales. Now get your hands off me!, don't think you will rat me out to get me off the picture, I think that your play thing is with a child.`` “ Leah!, don't you dare cause her any harm!” He threatened with reddened eyes . “ Then be good to me, I also want to carry our child, Daemon, why can't you accept the fact that I'm your soulmate and not her.“ Daemon's mouth opened, closed, then opened again. He was greatly dumbfo

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.

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.