Devil May Cry Vergil Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Nice to meet you. I am your father, Valac.” There was no denying it, this man was my father. He had the same raven hair as I did, the same almond shaped eyes. Though his eyes seemed to almost glow a deep crimson red that had me entranced. I had never seen eyes like his before. All I could focus on were his eyes. I couldn't remember what I had come here for or what I had been thinking. The intense red glow had me paralyzed. I couldn't move or speak, all I could do was stare into the red light right in front of me. I felt a haze begin to form in my mind everything around me seemed to fade as if there were nothing in the world but me and those eyes. I wondered what made them so red, maybe that

He mumbled with a shaky soft voice by pushing her outside, "I am sorry, am ABIGAL CHILD, l searched this 'AC' marked girl every where. But now time is too late. Happy to see you before my transformation. Please escape from here. Now l can't control myself...please". His strong push made her fell to the outside. She didn't felt to ran from there and didn't understood what he was told earlier and why she was standing there without escaping. Also she tried to peep through the partial opened door of there. The sight which she saw inside make her unbelievable and frightening. She saw him crawling on the floor with pain by moaning. She thought it was a show off and looked more from door. But she s

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

“I should throw you over this railing. End it.” “Do it then!” I screamed, nails raking down his back. “Or admit you love me enough to fight.” He roared in agony. The sound tore from his chest as the ritual energy exploded between us. His thrusts faltered. He buried himself deep and came hard, roaring my name while his body convulsed. The darkness cracked visibly—black veins retreating under his skin. Devon collapsed against me, arms wrapped tight, barely keeping us from falling off the railing. His forehead pressed to mine, breathing ragged.

Dante Moretti was angry again. The Devil was angry again. And when the devil is angry, blood follows. He stood still—silent—shoulders squared, chest rising and falling like a man barely holding himself back from ruin. He couldn't believe what his ears heard from Alessia’s mouth. His eyes, once clouded with concern, were now burning coals. Dark. Unforgiving. Dangerous. The kind of stare that made grown men drop to their knees. The kind that whispered of violence without ever raising its voice.

My body was filthy…I was filthy… I was helpless… "Mirage!" Alex's voice tore through the horror unfolding in front of my eyes. "Alex…" I whispered, my voice chocked, barely audible. "Mirage!" Maniacal laughter interrupted Alex's voice…the laughter of the Devil. "He'll never come for you." The vampire on top of me laughed, slamming inside me with so much force that my teeth rattled. "He'll never get to you! YOU ARE MINE!" "No…" I whispered…fighting past the pain to stay awake. "No! I'm not…"

Chapter: 96 ****** VALE: Those words had ignited a fire within me for years, an unquenchable flame that I couldn’t extinguish. I yearned to hear them again, to feel their warmth, and I fought relentlessly for him. I stood before the Goddess, where I first pledged my vows. In her boundless mercy, she granted my deepest desire and allowed me to be reborn into the home of the Alpha King. However, my vow came with a heavy price: I would not remember him until fate intertwined our paths once more. As for Virgil, no matter how many times he was reborn, he would remain untouched by the memories of our past lives. Meanwhile, I would endure the torment of recalling every moment, every pain, every dea

“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.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

Christian looked to him with obvious fear in his eyes, and I held out my cross, reciting a prayer to banish it from-- The devil seized hold of my throat. He moved so fast, I couldn’t even trace him, lifting me clear off the ground with barely an effort. “Ah yes, my pet’s previous owner. He’s outgrown the need for your grooming. How will you feel if I kill him?” he demanded of Christian. “Don’t,” my boy rasped, and I exhaled in relief. “Let me.” The devil burst out laughing and obligingly threw me into the dirt at Christian’s feet. His eyes were flooded with tears. He cried to end his own father, I still insist to myself. There is no way he was weeping over that dead pervert who molested and