Devil May Cry Reboot Dante Novels & Stories

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

If anything, he wasn't satisfied. He needs her to be on her knees, pleading, begging him to take her back. “ A devil I've known is better than a newly found angel in silk,” she said with her eyes dropping. He smirked. He doesn't mind being called the devil. But something was off, she wasn't just looking hurt. He could feel it deep in his bones, that—that mysterious man he met last night, had done something to her. Something to make her look scared, guilty, and…helpless.

Burning with anxiety in an instant,Dante rushed to the second floor. Before the waiter could open the door, he kicked it open by himself, drawing the attention of the two people inside. He saw that the middle-aged man was tied up, and Renee was waving a whip beside. At the sight of Dante, Renee said immediately, "This man is odd. He kept asking me to torture him! He said that he would pay me for whipping him... " "So, you just whip him for money?" Dante was speechless, and his face was extremely gloomy.

He pleaded incoherently, apologizing over and over to the cold, dead phone. In that moment, Dante Moretti snapped. He was no longer the elegant Don. He was a devil who had lost his soul, wanting nothing more than to drag the whole world down into the grave with him.

Had seen what Dimitri's bullets had done to his little brother's face. One shot. Clean. Between the eyes. Execution-style. Like Sal was nothing. Like fifteen Romano soldiers were nothing. The funeral had been closed-casket. Their mother had sobbed for hours. And Dante....eldest son, new head of the family, had stood beside the grave and made a silent promise. Dimitri Valentino would pay. Not quickly. Not cleanly. Slowly. Painfully. Personally. Dante would take everything the Devil loved and own and burn it to ash.

“If you’re not an ordinary man, then who are you?” The corners of the man’s lips suddenly lifted. A smirk appeared on his face. Dante’s eyes closed, then opened with a certain radiance. “I am Dionysus. I can be reborn after experiencing death. How could I possibly leave you?” Those decisive words were mixed with the strong scent of alcohol. It created the illusion that Dante was really a God of Wine. His good looks were intoxicating. His charm was as wild as a grapevine. Once tied, it won’t let you go.

"I am very sure you will want to follow your mommy. Then, we would see the kind of choice you would make. Become a servant like your mommy and sister, or come with me and become my heir." "I will never do that." Dante shrugged. "The little devil has made up his mind. You have made up your mind to follow the bad road and I cannot stop you." He looked at me and snickered. "I will be leaving now." He squatted before Derek. "I will be meeting you soon, my dear." Derek grabbed on to my hand, not even trying to let go, while Dianne was doing otherwise. Why doesn't she understand that this man over here is a different man entirely. He is not the man who would carry her like before and ay sweet word

He reminded me of Matteo in the worst way—raw power and zero mercy. “What’s the price?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “Money? Tech? The Moretti’s will pay triple whatever you’re getting.” Dante smirked, leaning over me. “Money isn't the currency here, Daniels.” “Who are you?” I asked, looking at Dante. “My name is 'Shut the Hell Up',” Dante growled. I let out a weak, hysterical laugh. He looked at me like I was insane. “Are you going to kill me?” I asked, my voice flat.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.