Devilman Crybaby Novels & Stories

No humanity, just hunger. “You’re him,” she whispered. “The Devil of the Underworld.” He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of courtly manners. “Dante Moretti. Though most only whisper my name.” Her heart pounded. Dante Moretti wasn’t just a crime lord—he was a myth. A monster in a designer suit. A man with more blood on his hands than the war itself. Rumors said he didn’t age, didn’t bleed, didn’t sleep. That he struck deals in shadows, and those who betrayed him were never found again. Or if they were, it was in pieces.

he tossed, as if using his power were as natural for him as breathing. Valens cried again as his other clawed hand pierced the flesh, staining his gray pants with dark red. I could barely breathe. My stomach churned, my body shuddering in terror. But the demonstration hadn't ended yet. This was Darcio's warmup before the grand finale. He drew a slow breath, his lips stretching into a demonic grin as he demanded, “Rip your heart out.”

The memories of his screams were still too raw, reliving the blinding pain, another form of never-ending torture. Breaking down in front of Demetri...he shuddered at the thought and wrapped his arms tightly around his body even as he felt moisture in his eyes and knew he was going to cry again. He never cried and yet now, he found tears only a moment away far too often and it was a struggle to keep them at bay. He was an Elder, a formidable vampire and now he wept like a baby reliving the experiences of the last few days over and over as if watching a movie looping endlessly.

His shoulders lifted in a lazy shrug. "It was never going to matter who she was. I don't care about the girl, Caelum.” His eyes searched his brother's. "I care that you do." Another smile. "She's only interesting because she belongs inside that pathetic little heart of yours." His eyes glittered. "Pus… From everything I've heard..." he smiled, not with joy, with sadistic pleasure. "…the Devil has already broken the little whore in." He shrugged. "Which saves me the effort."

Elena's voice shook. ‍“Elena, w‍hat did you do to‌ her?” he yelled. “I tried to have a conversation with her,” E‍lena kept biti‌ng her lip. “Check if she is still breathi⁠n‌g,” she w‍hispered‍. He held his finger und⁠er my n‍ose. “Dominic, is she dead?” Sh‍e whis‍pered. My eyes began to⁠ close slowly, I cou‌ldn't fight it and I let my eyes close.

He was cupping my face and his tears dropped to my cheeks, as he spoke in soft words. “Yuanita…” he stuttered, sniffing in desperate sobs. “Fuck baby please..” I reached out and placed a cold hand on his cheeks. “Ruben!!!!” He yelled. “Call an ambulance!” My eyes darted around and I saw a few faces gathered around, horror dripping from their faces as they watched their master crumble apart. “Yuanita please…” he grabbed my hand and placed a kiss on it. “Please don’t leave me…. Please..”

His face didn’t hold any emotion like sadness or whatnot, but from his eyes, I could read it all. My lips parted at the realization. Was he really apologizing to me? Alejandro? The man whose authority could move mountains at will? The man they call IL DIAVOLO? ~The devil Was I dreaming? Yeah, maybe. That definitely had to be it. Never in a million years would Alejandro ever admit that he was wrong. No. I moved back a little to be sure I heard him correctly. “What?” I asked, and as if that snapped him back to reality, he frowned.

I continued to run my tongue down his length, tasting his flesh. "Take me in your sweet mouth, love," he purrs. I've never done this before, but I wrapped my lips around the large head and felt him pushing my head down on him. I gagged at first but relaxed and moved my mouth up and down his length. He was moaning loudly, and it was making me very wet. He pulls me off, grabs me, and we appear in his bedroom. He lays down and waves me to him. I crawled up, and he turned me around. I feel his tongue invade my wetness and I moan. I glance down and wrap my lips around his hardness. He lapped, and I sucked. We were both moaning frantically. He finally turned me around and thrust hard into me. I sc

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 laughed, “Not that I don't like it, but you are so lovable today, that it makes me want to ask who are you, and what have you done to Hiro?!” “And how do I usually act like?” he asked. “Let me see… You act like cold… calculative… jerk…?” I smirked. “Ouch!” he snorted, and inquired seductively, “So… why are you still with me then?” “Because I'm a Saint…” I stated confidently. “Yet, you don't seem to mind being desecrated by the Devil…” he whispered to my ear and bit my earlobe. After that, he began gently kissing down my neck. He slid his fingers through my body and started to delicately rub me between my tights through the underwear. I gasped. The wave of shivers flooded me from head to to