Devilman Crying Novels & Stories

“There is no other way. This is the only way, and I have to do this.” “Please.” My voice faltered. I felt the wetness on my cheeks before I even realized what was happening. Demons don’t cry; they’re dead creatures—and yet, somehow, I was. “Don’t leave me.” “Oh. Daemon.” She sobbed. “Don’t make this harder than it already is. In a few minutes, Solene would be back… What difference would it make? I won’t be alive; it will be her. What difference would it make if I died now?”

assistant"> Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.

Amber was stunned to hear this and Demon's possessiveness was at a different level, if he had had his way he would have set the whole world on fire. Amber was feeling scared because the demon was slowly gaining its place in her heart. Amber shouted, "Please demon, drive slowly." Seeing Amber crying, the demon immediately stopped the car and hit the steering wheel angrily. Demon couldn't bear to see Amber crying like this and he asked about Amber's tears and said, "Why do you always cry, I feel very irritated when I see tears in your eyes." Demon started taking deep breaths to calm himself and Amber asked him "Why? Mere crying makes you feel so bad, I'm nothing more than a private stripper ju

he finally screams, and he hadn’t meant to cry, God damn it, but here he was, screaming and crying his heart out. It was demeaning, pathetic. And Hans wants nothing more but to die in humiliation there and then. He wants to die. While the demon… simply watches him with its piercing eyes of red gleaming with an unholy glow, watches him with no expression whatsoever on its eerily pale face even as he stalks forward, grabs it by the shoulders and shakes and screams, curses and begs for it, practically on his knees by the end of it all to just please just do it, end it, end him already–!

"Yes human I am your master, your master" “Scream my name, mortal,” he hissed out. The demons that writhed and roiled around them drew closer, inching up the altar. Adom smiled as he lifted one of Win legs. The young man’s eyes went wide as Adom let his jaw all but unhinge as he buried his face into Win hole. He let the oily slick of his saliva gush forward onto and into Win as his tongue pierced the angel.

Her voice shakes the ground causing me to jump. "Y-y-yes m-m-ma'am." I stutter as I start to push Damian. "Damian!" I hissed. He remains rooted to the ground, staring the spirit down. His eyes are glowing red! Oh no!!! "I SAID GET OUT OF MY FOREST DEMON!!!!" Sakura screams. "EMBER WERE GONNA DIE!" Binx screeches as Sakura draws closer. "Damian please!!!" I plead with him but he ignores me as his eyes grow darker.

Her laughs were filled with multiple voices. "I don't even need to be alive, Darren Venzor," her voice turned extremely deep and dark now. Her silver eyes turned pitch black and her skin started tearing but not a single drop of blood came out from her shredded skin. That scenario was capable of being horrifying and traumatising for any normal person but not for Darren. He had already dealt with such a kind demonic evil power in his life before. Darren clutched his jaw more vigorously because now it was sure that she was not her. Gripping her neck more brutally, he picked her up by it in the air.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

He piqued. “Exactly my point.” My laptop made a dinging sound, indicating it was low so I plugged it to charge. “But let's just humour her.” He shrugged. “Alright.” Inserting the device into the laptop, we clicked it's details and it contained just one video. Five minutes long, but anyone could tell it was Delanxy sneaking out of the dead man's house. “We need to look into this.” Ruben said nonchalantly. If he was shocked, he was doing a good job hiding it.

"You know that I'm his real wife, so why are you playing along with this ruse, May?" The moment those words left my mouth, the color faded from both of their faces, while the audience erupted in confusion. "Is this woman mad? Why did she call the bride May?" "Didn't May get caught in an explosion a month ago?" "That's right! Since when could the dead come back to life?" "You're right, they can't. Unless… she didn't die in the first place!" The hall exploded into chaos, conversations erupting from every direction. Clearly having lost his calm, Ben shouted, "Where is your proof?!"