Diavolo Manga Novels & Stories

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

And now, they knew exactly who to target to make me bleed. Matteo pulled on his jacket and holstered a blade against his hip. The way he moved was different now. Less lover, more predator. “I’ll call in the Diavlo,” he said. “We don’t go in blind.” As he opened the hidden drawer beneath the wardrobe and pulled out another gun, I followed him with the same chill settling into my bones that always came when blood was about to be spilled. This wasn’t just business anymore. They took her. And someone was going to pay for that.

am waiting you Abarat", she yelled loudly while lengthening her height from 3 inches to 63 inches. Now the tiny innocent human like creature became into a height of a normal human female of warm beige skin complexion. Along with the height there was some changes in appearance and expression too... When she opened her mouth to call 'Abarat' we can see her split tongue along with uvula piercing and lengthened canine teeth. Also she had scars on chin, pointed elf ears, lmplants on her chest and hand. A magnet in her finger too. Moreover her hair was tough black and hands were fully tattooed with strange pictures.

"Soul magic is something that all dukes are familiar with. For us to be able to defeat these monsters, we must learn it. To vanquish a demon, as the saying goes, you must become into one." Guila, Anthony, and Gildar exchanged mute nods as they exchanged glances. Dior, on the other hand, continued to stare at the monster with anger in her eyes. "I'm sorry to dampen your mood, but I'm simply a newly born demon. I wasn't involved in that conflict, in essence. My hands are clean!" With an innocent expression on his face, Rage stretched his hands out in exasperation. Ifrit locked her gaze on the creature. "I was unaware that devils had mastered shamelessness in addition to becoming excellent liar

His face looks so terrible, his mouth is open until saliva is flowing out. “HEY HUMAN BRAT! WHAT IF YOU RETURN MY ARM WITH YOUR MEET!!! I SWEAR I’LL MAKE IT PAINLESS.” “What?” “MANY OF YOU HAVE FALLEN IN MY STOMACH! AND SOON YOU’LL MEET YOUR COMRADES! HAHAHA HAHA AHA…” “You mean you have fought another devil hunter?” “SO WHAT? NOT EVEN ONE OF YOU CAN DESTROY ME.. BUT I APPRECIATE YOU BECAUSE YOU COULD MAKE ME LOSE ONE HAND, NO HUMAN HAS SUCCEEDED TO DO IT.”

Hours after it disappears the terrenes grow in plenitude, their seas full of fishes, and mines brimming with gold, silver, and copper. This planet is named "Devia" after their god, "Deviashtra, the elemental goddess of the Universe divided into four kingdoms." The kingdom of Movako, also known as the "Land of Gold," is home to the Emperor and his family, occupying half the size of the globe and monopolizing most of its resources, while the other three kingdoms share the remaining lands and seas. Rendor, the "Land of Silver," is home to mostly nobles, scholars, and knights, while Endra, the "Land of Brass," is home to the majority of merchants and laborers. Lastly, Yvedra the "Land of Stones”

Diego El Diablo; her former boss and the father of her child. She staggered back, mouth dropping open as the man who was still as beautiful as ever stepped forward, hands outstretched. "Estella," his mouth curled up into a smile, "Long time no see."

Damian was still asleep but why was he so strong? “I didn't expect you to be so picky,” Damian muttered without even opening his eyes. Instead, he made Miya's attempts to break free from his embrace futile. In one fell swoop, Miya was back in his arms and tightened even more so that she couldn't move too much. “We'd better go back to sleep. I'm still sleepy.” “Ugh!” Miya squirmed in displeasure. “ Sir, I'm out of breath.” “Who's your master?” asked Damian who slowly opened his eyes. The first sight his eyes caught was Miya who was scowling. “Tell me, who is your master?”

He exhales a rough, uneven sound and for a fleeting second, it almost feels like relief. Does he actually feel guilty? I shove the thought away before it can take root. Diavolo doesn’t have a shred of sympathy in him. The man’s incapable of anything resembling remorse. The only emotions he knows are chaos and control. “Indeed,” he murmurs. “And you shine so brightly, it fucking hurts.” I blink, startled. Did he just…compliment me? “Eat.” He clears his throat, turning back to his plate as if the words never left his mouth.

IRINA VOLKOV I set down my wine glass carefully, my hand shaking. "I don't know what you're talking about." He knows me. Fuck he does. Who is he? One of Sergei's men? No....Damien has this power and money aura than Sergei's. So who the fuck is he?