Devilman Crybaby Novels & Stories

A guttural cry ripped from my chest and I collapsed over his cold body. “I’m so sorry, Daniel! I thought it would save you! You would have been alive if you’d never met me! What am I going to tell Emily? Why? WHY?!” I twisted my head, vision blurred by tears, and looked at the devil in front of me. “Why not kill me already, you devil?! WHY?!” “This,” he said, voice dropping to a possessive whisper, “is so much more fun, don’t you think?” “You want to see what’s fun? Take off this collar!” I barked.

Nyssa cried while scooping her dead son near her chest and cradling him as close to her as possible, while her tears dripped down incessantly making Zoe feel weak and helpless for the first time in her life as she too dropped near her son in law’s body and cried on his chest. “KARR !!!! YOU BASTARD,” Danielle roared furiously. “Looks like I hit a jackpot,” Karr laughed evilly. “I killed a demon and you human mutt are coming with me. You seem to have got pinker, prettier and healthier here. I can’t wait to have a piece of you now,” the villainous assassin licked his lips with his eager tongue while lust swarmed in his disgusting eyes. “YOU JUST SIGNED YOUR DEATH WARRANT, KARRRR,” Damon scream

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

Lord Cedran asked, though he looked like he didn't want to know. "The third one lasted the longest. Five years. They say she went mad from the things he did to her. Found her hanging from the castle rafters with her own bedsheets." Renwick's voice was flat now, emotionless. "That's who we're dealing with. Not a man. Not even a king. A demon who feeds on suffering." The silence that followed was absolute. Several council members were openly weeping. King Aldric felt like he might vomit. "So what do we do?" Lord Thalen asked desperately. "There has to be something…."

The same man I shot in the chest three days ago. Luca cursed under his breath. “No. No freaking way. That man is dead. I saw him. We buried him—” I lifted my gun instantly. “You’re not real.” Rinaldi smiled—slow, twisted, wrong. “Dead men talk too, you know. Especially when they die with unfinished business.” The room tilted slightly. Maybe from shock. Maybe from anger. Maybe from the pain I keep locking inside my ribs. “You’re not real,” I repeated, but softer this time, like I wasn’t convincing even myself.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

​You seem to replace your brain with your heart You take things so hard and then you fall apart You try to explain, but before you can start Those cry baby tears come out of the dark The song started and I closed my eyes shut, trying to ignore Vincent’s presence. ​They call you cry baby, cry baby But you don’t fuckin’ care Cry baby, cry baby So you laugh through your tears A sob escaped through my lips before my eyelids finally gave in as I drifted off into a deep sleep. ​3 days later ​It’s been 3 days since I’ve last seen Draven or gotten into any trouble. I followed all the rules and made sure that I wasn’t late for the breakfast, lunch, or dinner. In fact, I was the first one up every mor

I could not see his face since I backed him, but I knew he was amused at my action. Just then, I felt a hit on my neck. My body shook and I felt my eyes close. Dante let go of me and my body approached the floor in an instant. However before my eyes closed, I caught sight of the cut on his neck, a straight, but not deep mark. Then I fell unconscious. One thing was certain as my mind blacked out; I had never missed before, but this time, I had failed. *** SALVATORE’S POV The door opened at my answer. A man walked in, one of my right hand man and trusted fellow, Marco.

If they continued to stare, he swore he would gauge out their eyes. Nora was stunned after being yelled at by him and immediately burst into tears. “Bad man. You’re a bad man. How can you shout at me?” “Stop crying.” Nora stopped crying and sniffled. “Don’t make me repeat. Come with me. Now.” he ordered sternly. Nora struggled violently out of his hold, but the man had clasped her wrist too tight. “Let go. Let go of me, you pervert.” Pervert? Liam’s face darkened at her words. Bending down to his waist, he threw her on his shoulder and strode out of the club. It was a waste to reason her with words.

“I’m gonna find you and slapped to your face how better I am than to my brother…” “You’re evil!” I shouted. He chuckled. “Yes I am. I’m evil Majesty…I am always evil in your eyes so it’s better to be a demon until the end right?” he said and walked out but something fell on his bag. It’s a pink keychain. My head throb from the memories I remembered. What the?! Who’s that? Why couldn’t I…see that man’s face in my memories? Is that Reybert’s brother? But wait… “Yes I am. I’m evil Majesty…I am always evil in your eyes so it’s better to be a demon until the end right?”