Devil Of Melancholy Re:zero Novels & Stories

“ Like I'm hopeless, like I'm no use in this life. “ She cried as she spoke. “ Go on, tell me more. “ I placed her in a comfortable position. “ Charice hates me, I've longed wanted her to love me like a mother would, but it didn't happen. Whenever I see her I'm afraid, its like a prison that I cannot escape. I guess now my fear and anger works together, but I can't do anything about it. “ I could feel the sorrow in her voice. “ If I were to ask you deeply what you wanted to happen to charice, what would that be? “ Her eyes went pure red, her other personality Rose came out, the one vile and filled with anger. “ I want her to go somewhere and never return, I want her to die. “ I had a dark sm

When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand. Me? I smile, too. Because I was born with alexithymia, meaning I’m a heartless sociopath that doesn’t feel any emotions. Nice to meet you, Mr. Devil. I grin at him, licking my canine. How are you going to manipulate my heart, when I don’t have one? ------ Chapter 001 The Soul Trial [Thanks for joining the Soul Trial, hero D25M12! Upon your triumph, you will be blessed with a superpower personalized for you!]

On the other side Somewhere the dark solitude of the dense forest echoed with cries of pain and agony. A dark silhouette looked at the front where some food was being roasted, the sticks dipped not dipped in sauce but red blood. The silhouette moved and rested his back against the stem of a dead tree, "I despise cacophony, Amber! Zittili " (SHut them up) He was the reincarnation of the God of death. His eyes, cold and void of any emotion. Amber gulped the fearful lump in his throat. He knew how destructive his boss' anger could be, even for him. He stammered

With a high pitch note, the master of the instrument shot out to kill. “Argh!” Some of the mentally weaker people couldn’t endure it. They immediately spewed out mouthfuls of blood, their faces pale and drained of all blood! Strum! Strum! Strum! Another three notes. “Arghhhhh!” This time, half of the people present coughed up blood. Even Mother Mae coughed up blood. “Sky-Devil Zither! Sky-Devil Zither! “When the Sky-Devil Zither appears, the world is in a catastrophe!”

Devora has two personalities, one is like a sweet girl who loves Jin very much, and the other is the cold blooded assassin who doesn't follow Jin's orders. Devora in her assassin mode sealed Jin's acupoint so Jin was paralyzed. Devora successfully sit on top of Jin and enjoyed the desire of her flesh, while she was under the drug and her other persona, and on the other hand, Jin was paralyzed because his acupoint was sealed. Devora didn't remember that she did such a thing.

Then he settled one hand on the table while the other was in his pocket. "Sorry, who are you?" I asked, and he continued to bore me. "What is it that you can make go away?" "Tesoro, everything—the pain, the rage. You can be free of it all. I am that good." This individual exudes death, danger, and everything else associated with the sentiment "Don’t fuck with me." His eyes are opaque, which makes it difficult to decipher the expression on his face. He had a strong jawline, something that wasn’t difficult to notice. His characteristics were exceptionally dominant. It’s as if he doesn’t have a heart or a soul. Everything about him screams "Devil, evil, Diablo." He is the embodiment of all thre

Using a combination of Violet's agile sword prowess, Ken's newfound powers, Zack's strength, and courage, and Sir Jason's quick thinking and expansive knowledge, the teammates were able to defeat the ten devils. Sir Jason stood amidst the fallen devils, his fists dripping with their dark blood, the crimson streaks contrasting sharply against his skin. Despite the gore, his face remained calm and composed, as if unfazed by the brutal fight they'd just endured. He noticed a small lever on the ground nearby and realized it was part of a clever trap device. With a quick motion, he pulled the lever and the four of them felt the ground rumble beneath their feet as a large net sprang up from the di

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.

I turned back to the bed. Selene let out a soft breath, her face finally calm. And for the first time in years, the devil in me didn’t want blood. He just wanted her.

“Son of the underworld, curse and forever will walk unto this world as a living death. I the death reaper, but this world’s existing hunter, but the very devil in disguise, Arius, held you now, as my familiar.” Waving his weapon and the very scythe that witness everything from this very world undo for the past six, and now unto its final seventh rule. HE draws a sinister smile as he swiftly draws it down ripping her clothes in half and perfectly in an instant. “Well then.” Licking his lips as another kind of lust, greed, and sinister tone is marking unto his crimson mix of a sunset-like pair of eyes. Misha’s eyes dim within their usual purple one, as she snaps out from her trance, yet not en