Devil May Cry Reboot Dante Novels & Stories

Arnav wanted his doll safe, it can only happen when shivay come into his sense, coz this shivay was broken, he should make get back the devil in order to save both himself and his Doll A-“Shivay, come to your sense, Anika needs you, come on you need to be stronger, didn’t you look at her eyes which was screaming to save her, how can you lose yourself shivay, gare up, you need to save her, your love your Angel, you can’t act like insane, get up, save her, we’ll find her Shivay, don’t you want to punish those who toucher your love, don’t you want to punish him for laying his hand on her” Shivay stood up with rage, hearing Arnav words, he was right he can’t lose like this, it was his Angle and

A black SUV pulls up, dust billowing around it as it comes to a stop. The door opens, and sure enough, but it’s Dante, his expression grim as he steps out. He’s followed by Axton for some reason. Of course, I fucking forgot Dante is based here. Fuck, that demon did a number on me. “Ah, I think I might like the calvary,” I greet him, my voice a low growl. “Took you long enough, asshole.”

He shook his head, staring at Dante over Adrian’s shoulder. “Just pray I don’t submit your sorry ass to them,” Don Vallerio added before storming away. Adrian turned to Dante, confusion visible on his face. But the look on Dante’s face was anything but remorseful. He raised the tequila bottle to his lips, gulping down the rest of its contents. He sat back down, a grin creeping across his lips. If there’s one thing I know about you, Dad, it’s that you’d rather burn down this earth than turn in your son, your last and only heir.

she spat, even as her nipples hardened against the thin fabric of her dress. That was the final straw. Dante ripped the straps of her dress down in one violent motion, exposing her breasts. Before she could protest, he bent down and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth, biting down just enough to make her cry out. His hand shoved between her thighs, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside and plunging two thick digits deep into her tight heat. “Still so fucking wet,” he snarled, pumping his fingers roughly. “Trapped with the Devil’s Son for one day and your virgin pussy is already weeping for me.”

He didn’t flinch at the news delivered in hushed whispers through his earpiece. So the First had awoken. So Alessia had survived. So Dante had chosen her. He swirled the amber liquor in his glass. “No matter,” he murmured. “Let them rise. I’ll make them kneel.” Then he turned to the final chess piece on the board. A man bound in chains. Gaunt, scarred—and very much alive. Giordano Romano. The elder smiled. “It’s time to bring back the devil they buried.” The tunnel twisted like a serpent through the earth—each turn suffocating, each heartbeat echoing louder than the last. Smoke chased them from above. Cracks formed in the walls. Rubble rained in slow intervals, like time was running out in c

From up here, the city glowed like a wound—fires smoldering, broken glass glittering, and the cries of the desperate echoing into the dark. Behind her, Dante’s footsteps were measured, deliberate, like a predator stalking the silence. He had grown quieter in recent weeks, his rage contained but seething like a furnace beneath the surface. The attack two nights ago had proven what they both already knew: there was someone else moving pieces against them. Someone smarter, colder, and more patient than Lorenzo had ever been. Amara didn’t turn when Dante finally spoke. “They call him Il Diavolo,” Dante said, his voice like gravel. “The Devil. An old ghost. I thought he was buried years ago, but

Dante was yet to say a word throughout the whole conversation, and the quieter he was, the more frightened I became “they gave him the choice, to die, there and now, or for him to leave me and never approach again. Of course, the bastard chose his life, and Giovanni had his men strip him of his pants, cutting cock off…” “I still remember him telling him that this would be a reminder of never to think with his cock again, especially since he no longer had it” I said, turning to look at Dante “he gave me a choice after that, and it was to pay my debt by working and paying him a million dollars in two years, and I wasn’t stupid as not to know that it was impossible. The second, it was to work f

Piquing Darlyn's curiosity, she implored him to reveal what he had in mind. With a malevolent glimmer in his eyes, Donovan suggested a scheme that would involve exploiting Dante's vulnerability. He proposed that Darlyn should create a situation where Dante would be intoxicated, and in his impaired state, believe that something had transpired between him and Darlyn. Donovan urged her to maintain this facade for months, leading Dante to believe that he had impregnated her.

His screams filled the air, bouncing off the cold, hard walls. "Almost forgot," Dmitry muttered, reaching into his pocket. He withdrew a cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply. Exhaling a plume of smoke, he turned back to the older man. The man's eyes were wide with fear, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He struggled against the ropes that bound him, but it was futile. Dmitry walked up to him, the cigarette dangling from his lips, and pressed its cherry against the man's cheek. The man's flesh sizzled as the heat from the cigarette seared it.

Antonov stepped toward me and grabbed my arms. "And what are you going to do if you go back now... Who will believe your words when you look nothing like Eve Sanchez... There are many ways to get back at those who wronged us Scarlet, but the best way to truly punish is to drag it out and make the culprit wish he or she was dead... I can help you get your revenge if that is what you want, all you have to do in return is live as Elde's daughter and love her as if she's your mother. Will you do it or not"