Devil May Cry Stories Novels & Stories

She was utterly embarrassed, so she just put her head on her arms on top of the armrest. -------- "Demons live in pain and suffering, in the cries and agony of the damned. Demons also enjoy devouring happy memories that people freely give to them." Kyra said. Tyler and Kyra sat side by side. While the professor in front of them was busy teaching, Tyler actively asked questions, and Kyra was busy answering Tyler's questions. "Memories lost in the human mind that were once devoured by the devil," said Kyra. "They usually get for favors, such as when they are being summoned."

When he reached the floor where he thought he saw that girl, he opened the door but nobody was there. At that moment, he knew right away that he walked into the wrong place. It wasn’t a girl but something else. Something hideous and sinister. However, he thought he could harvest her because she was a spirit. So, he fought and magically he knew how to do it. He saw a black light from her chest and he grabbed it. The girl vanished as he snatched it out. The light slowly scattered into small lights and went into his body. The mistake was it wasn’t a subject for harvesting. Cain felt a deep hatred inside him and a boiling rage. His demon side dominated him and he became compulsive and wild. All

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.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

all the positive thought shattered. Tired after crying for hours, sick of my dream, or so I called it... I fell asleep. I dreamt of the man again, a dark creature who had hunted my previous dream... why... oh why... I must see him again in this dream... this green-eyed devil who had raped me in dream with no mercy. I wouldn't forget his eyes... I hate the color with all my heart. He walks closer, while again... hate to admit it... I!m paralized... the only thing I can do is blinking. I see the surrounding, beautiful lavender field as far as my eyes could see... and he is still walking to where I stand. Lavender... my favorite flower, the beautiful sight suddenly contaminated due to the devil

Its fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs tight enough to bruise. I know where the demon is taking me. I recall how the foreman told me about the strange engraved rock the workmen dredged up from the swamp. They found it in the old cemetery as they’d been digging up the grave markers and the ancient bones that lay beneath. According to the Voodoo priestess, that rock might have been how the Gregory family summoned Amos–Asmodeus–in the first place. Amos came from the clearing, and now it’s taking me there, to the place where it has the most power. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it from reaching its destination. The more I resist, the tighter its grip becomes.

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Her enemies will burn worlds to stop her. And deep inside her… a child grows stronger. A child who has already killed once. A child who speaks forbidden spells from the womb. A child destined to save creation — or end it. In Book Two of The Devil You Called series, Sarai must choose: Fight to keep her humanity… or embrace the darkness inside her and become exactly what the realms fear: The mother of the end. Chapter one Absolutely — here is Book Two: The Devil You Carry — Chapter One, continuing seamlessly from the shock of the last chapter. This chapter sets the tone of the new book, deepens the danger, raises the stakes, and shows the first real awakening of the child’s power.