Devilman Crying Novels & Stories

"Look at me." I shook my head, still staring up. Dean sighed softly. He cupped my face with both his hands, lowering my head so I would look at him. A breathy laugh escaped his throat. "The devil cries." I blinked. I hadn't realized I was crying until his thumbs brushed over my cheeks, wiping away the tears.

" Ahaa ...well okay ...i know you don't drink a ot and you don't take drugs and you get tried and need to sleep too ...i know all of it ...i was going to say were you crying ?" " Since when did you become pyschic Cynthia/" asked Damon . " Oh come one i am not Pyschic i am literally everything accept pyschic ...but i don't need to be psychic to tell if you were crying ..your eyes are screaming yes they cried whole night ...i know because this is how exactly how my face looks when i wake up after crying the whole night ...don't ask me why i cry ..it's mostly bceause of my an=cne though ...nevermind why were you crying .' exclaimed Cynthia .

Her eyes opened wide in astonishment when she saw Daemon on the floor writhing like a wounded child. “D-Daemon? Are you okay?” She slowly approached him. “Are you okay? D-Daemon?” Propping into his side to check him, Devon was astounded to see him crying. “What…” As weird as it may sound but she’s more scared now to see him crying than when he pointed a gun at her. But surprisingly, despite feeling fear, she raised her hand and began tapping his back in an effort to soothe him. “Don’t you dare mention anything about my father! You don’t know anything about him,” he said in a suppressed high voice.

His wings were out, the deep navy of them contrasting with his olive skin and light hair. Devon had stationed himself behind me, far behind, aiming at and taking out many Nephilim before I could even get my hands on them. As soon as one was identified as a threat he was on it. Which is why when I didn’t notice this guy getting shot I turned around quickly to check on him. A Nephilim had Devon in his grip, his big hand around his throat as he dangled there. No, No! I screamed in my head as I bolted toward him, leaving the giant Nephilim behind and no doubt a little confused. As I watched Devon’s feet thrash and kick, his hands desperately trying to pull off the Nephilims hand as his face turn

Darina screamed with his eyes closed as he try to control the devil inside him. "What is wrong with you please make love to me I have missed your touch" she raised his hand and placed it on her b*obs. "Go Lucy just leave me" he yelled again trying to control himself. "This is not..." She pause in shock when Darian's growl become louder he opened his eyes and her eyes met with his red eyes, which send fear down her spine. "The devil's eyes" she called weakly and with all her strength she pulled away from Darian as she made her way towards the door.

The male demon moved his eyebrows up and down, still quite strongly clutching Janice Valeria’s right upper arm. “What are you gonna do to me? Please let me go... Let me go... Please leave me alone... Please leave me alone... What are you gonna do to me? Help! Help! Help!” Really Janice Valeria shouted and screamed for nothing. “Hahaha... Just scream as loudly as possible... Just shout as loudly as you can... In this dark deep silent wood, in the hours like these, in the latest evening like this, nobody’s in sight; nobody can hear your screaming and shouting; nobody’s going to help and save you... Hahaha...” The male demon cackled loudly within his cynicism as well as sarcasm.

They are doing just fine but with the magic and strength the followers of Demonica possess they are losing it. “Please no, don’t hurt them!” women and kids scream on the side as their men fight to the soldiers with all they have. “No! Stop it! Don’t hurt them you monsters! No not...” I am stop from screaming when a mist covers my mouth making me look at Demonica angrily. “You talk too much. I said you only watch.” She said and I see her reddish eyes shines and I feel like a bucket of ice is thrown all over me seeing how her eyes change from her red into a dead black that send fear and chill all over me before it returns to red.

"Jimmie! Jimmie! Look at me!" Devon’s voice didn't just vibrate in the air; it rumbled in my chest, demanding entry. I blinked, the silvered cemetery coming back into focus. The moon casts long, skeletal shadows of the tombstones across the grass. Devon was leaning over me, his golden eyes glowing with a terrifying, piercing intensity. He looked like a predator who had just scented blood in the water. "I’m... I’m okay," I managed to whisper, though my voice was a shattered thing.

She was stuck at their center. "Hello Devina." She heard a demonic voice. "This was the vision, i was the one." Devina whispered in fear. "Who are you?" Devina stammered but they kept walking close to her. John staggered up pulling out the knife in his stomach. He grabbed one of them from behind wanting to stab him but he was knocked away. Devina took that as an opportunity as her eyes glowed throwing two of them away. She took to her heel wanting to wanting to run deeper into the cave but the vampires with speed of light double crossed her.

Lilith POV Damien's eyes closed and I screamed his name loud enough that it echoed off the catacomb walls and came back to me like the dead were screaming with me, my hands pressing harder against his chest where blood kept pumping hot and slick between my fingers. "Don't you dare." I was crying and I didn't care, tears mixing with blood and sweat while I tried to hold together a man who was coming apart under my hands. "We didn't survive all of this for you to die now."