Devilman Crying Novels & Stories

Clarice sobbed harder after learning that the vampire had no intention of letting her go. "Stop crying! I hate the sound of your crying! When I drank your blood I enjoyed doing it. I don't want you crying because it could destroy my mood. If you continue crying I will not give you food for three days!" Demetria shouted in annoyance, threatening her menacingly. The thought of not eating for three days terrified Clarice. Just one day of not eating makes her stomach hurt terribly. She won't survive three days without food. Knowing that she had no choice, she immediately stopped crying and lay down on the bed, showing her exposed neck to her. "I'm ready. Drink my blood all you want," she said in

With her face squeezed to hide the last bit of defence she had, Rose became a mess in front of her demon husband, who laughed at her without holding back. “Cry all you want,” he jested. “No one can hear you. So, cry. Cry till these walls tremble. You are allowed to do that much.” He removed his hand from her chin, and as if his hold was the one keeping her firm, she fell to the ground like a stack of cards. And, all she could do was cry. She did not want to heed the words of the demon, but she cried. So hard that the walls absorbed her wails and echoed them to Richard's amusement. And as her tears abounded, her mind started to torture her.

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 think I’ve reached my breaking point. “You need to keep still,” the doctor orders. Too late. The floodgates burst open. Tears stream down my face. My body trembles violently. Like a 9.3 earthquake decided to relocate directly into my ribcage. The screams filling the room sound distant. It takes a moment to realize they’re coming from me. “Damion, you need to calm her down!” the doctor yells. Then he’s there. My demonic angel. A broken sob rips from his chest as he rushes to my side. His face looks wrecked. Exhausted. Haunted.

He didn't like her crying. "Hey, stop it." He said and wiped her tears. Alice was still not replying to him. "Why are you crying, baby? Don't cry." His voice came out as sweet as honey. Even he didn't know he could speak in this soft tone. Alice closed her eyes. "Don't talk to me. I don't want to talk to you." "Look at me." He said. Alice frowned. How did he see that her eyes were closed? She shook her head. "Get out. You are a Devil. You will not help me, you will break me like always you do."

He raised his hands towards me, trying to grab me even though he was in pain. "Lyla, move from there," Devante screamed just as Damon ran into the room. I remained rooted as I was confused with a bout of tears streaming down my eyes. Damon moved swiftly towards the man with an iron rod and once he got so close to him, he stabbed him in the chest. I screamed at the same time as the man as my eyes closed involuntarily. Damon pulled me away from him as he fell to the ground in a loud thud. I opened my eyes to the same time the man turned into ashes. "What the hell was that?" Devante demanded. "A vampire"

But as the video continued, the locks holding these demons broke one by one, revealing them in all their bloody horror before Eulalia's eyes. A gunshot echoed in the video. Eulalia's eyes filled with tears, which spilled down her cheeks. She clutched her head, fell from the chair, and screamed in agony. "No... Vincent!" Her brain felt like it was going to explode. She held her head tightly, desperately trying to suppress the memories, but it was useless. The images were clear and brutal, forcing her to confront them. "No... don't leave..." —"Crybaby, I can't carry you home this time."

Carlo’s screams echoed brutally through the entire hall as Devon broke him slowly and mercilessly. Bones snapped loudly and blood splattered across the floor. Even Marvin turned pale and nauseous watching it happen. Finally—When Carlo no longer resembled a living Alpha—Devon grabbed his hair roughly. Carlo whimpered weakly through broken teeth. “P…please…” SHING!! His head fell heavily beside Kaden’s corpse sack and silence followed immediately. Then—Draven’s gaze slowly shifted toward Marvin. Marvin froze completely. “You,” Draven said quietly. Marvin immediately lowered his head trembling violently. His entire body trembled violently beneath those terrifying eyes.

Harnum felt very angry with Albern who seemed to be playing with his life. "Devil man! Crazy man! You'd better just kill me!" Harnum shouted. But Albern ignored Harnum's screams, he continued walking and closed the door. Now Harnum was left alone, still tied to the pole. Harnum's condition was truly pathetic and sad. The crystals finally flooded her pale white cheeks. Harnum cried silently, his chest ached from holding back his tears.

I was getting angry, between the desperate need to drink more blood and knowing what I was becoming, I loose it and scream. It was ear splitting, a high pitched sound that begins to crack the glass of the window and I watch as the vampires clamp theirs hands over their ears, blood trickling between their fingers and leaking out the corners of their mouths as they cough, some drop to the floor as I continue to scream, piercing their eardrums. Draven drops to the floor