Devil May Cry White Rabbit Novels & Stories

He looked devil-like; they called him. That was the expression that David doesn’t want to show his rabbit.

Even a towel I had to wrap around my body at a sluggish tempo, not even caring to adjust the knot enough for it to be secured and not go loose and fall at the slightest of falters. Trying to sleep it off had failed, the cold shower had only made matters worse, erotic literature was not going to save me now and there was only one other option; physical indulgence. I have never drank spirits, but in that moment I had the strongest craving for the Devil's spirit which undoubtedly is made from tears of his victims or is demon blood distilled with the fires of Hell. I needed the strength of that Hell brew to knock me straight into oblivion and if I am lucky enough, to give me a high I will never

he vowed under the snowy sky, after the day of Christmas. _______________ In a place somewhere, The white girl wearing a pure white cloak with her favorite pet on her shoulder was kneeling with the heads down in front of an ominous chair, in front of a person holding a great dark presence, smiling deviously under his Black fox mask. “You did a great job, twin of Crimson Blade, White Raven.” The girl has just silently nodded. The great presence added, removing his masked that hides a face with a deep scar, “Now, as the hunter took long to draw her arrow. A big wild rabbit will hunt her instead. Let’s harvest the Black Rabbit I raised so plumply.”

Why wouldn't my feet move again and with faint surprise, I realized that he had probably enchanted them to the pavement. "Why would I do you any favours?" I snarled rudely, getting into a glaring contest with him and turning my eyes just seconds into it, I didn't like what I saw in the depths of those eyes. Judging from the amused tilt if his lip, I guessed he had done that to me on purpose. I wasn't supposed to be rude to the Devil, but he had already ruined my life, how bad could it get? "Because, Ruby Davies," he started, reaching into his the pockets of his jeans to pull out a cigarette stick. He stared at it uninterestedly for a second or so and it lit up. "I'm willing to return your so

It is the word that keeps it going. It is sure it had seen someone for a few seconds. A boy perhaps. It keeps its eyes on the window but no one comes to sight anymore. It walks past a house with its light slightly contributing to that of the moon, a brighter image of the figure is visible. It is human. A girl. Definitely in her late teens. Her eyes are red as flames. Amber. Her gaze is faint and fuzzy like she can only see what is exactly in front of her. Her dress is white, assuming the dirt and unknown substances are cleaned off it. ***

My hand barely touched the bedroom door before his fingers locked around my waist. “Get back here, baby,” he growled, voice dark and dripping sex. “I’m not done fucking you.” I groaned, half-laughing, half-melting. “I swear, you’re possessed.” He yanked me back, mouth on my neck, cock already hard against my ass. “You’re the only one who can handle this Devil.” And maybe he’s right. Because I am the nurse who patches him up when he breaks, and he’s the devil who makes my blood boil and my heart race.

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.

One can’t be too careful and no, there are no cameras in her bathroom, just microphones. I can’t possibly like her, that is impossible. I just wanted to fuck her and that would be it. “Aargh, this is driving me crazy,” I said as I got up from my bed. I grabbed my phone a texted Cecilia Come up. After texting her, I went into the bathroom to take a shower, when I came out, Cecilia was already in my room. She was wearing a black halter lace garter lingerie set with O-ring detail and her blonde hair was tied into a ponytail.

Swearing and calling us devils, just makes me smile. “We’re devils, so you should be aware, that devils never stop. Never quit, and don’t burn in the inferno we just walk through it, now speak.” My words taunt him and he nods, he looks like he might puke, or pass out, either isn’t good. “They are using Daisy.” “We know that already!” Calix’s anger grows and the knife swings removing another finger. Ryan screams again, trying to break free, it’s a useless attempt to escape, my restraints aren’t toys.

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.”