Diavolo Manga Novels & Stories

The old man said while begging to Callum. I bit my lower lip and looked at Callum with emotionless eyes as he looked at the old man. He then, smirked evilly. “I hope you thought about that before you fucking did that to me, Mr. Domingo. You do know how evil I am when it comes to this kind of betrayal. I hope you remember.” I looked at the old man again. He fell to his knees weakly on the floor. He’s now crying while kneeling in front of Callum. But the latter looks ruthless and heartless while looking down at him.

Because Damian and I? We were fire and blood, love and war. And we would burn the world down together. --- The scent of gunpowder and blood still clung to the air, a reminder of the storm brewing on the horizon. The Volkov estate was a fortress preparing for battle—men loading weapons, finalizing strategies, and securing every possible entrance. The tension was thick enough to suffocate, but somehow, amidst all of it, the only thing I could focus on was him. Damian stood across the room, speaking in low tones to his most trusted men. He was in his element—commanding, ruthless, and unwavering. His dark suit clung to his broad frame, the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing the inked sca

“Do you think he’s behind Michael’s disappearance?” “I don’t know what I’m thinking!” Vincent was so done with these people. Couldn’t they just answer like normal people? “I just want to know who this man is. What do you know about him?” “Vittorio Anthony Falsetti,” Ajax told him. “Also known as Diavolo, which means Devil. An American-Italian mafia gangster. The drug kingpin. And of course, a wanted criminal in more than fifty countries. He’s not the man you trifle with. He has got connections all over the world. Ever heard about the Five Families?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Driver’s side. Throat slit open. Head and stomach shot. A black veil laid across his face like a joke.” I had almost thrown up. A black veil. Now it covered his corpse. Matteo tightened his grip on me, dragging me one more step closer to the altar. And there he was. Dante Moretti. He stood waiting in front of the priest, broad and cold, a storm in human form. His suit was black as midnight, his shirt open at the collar, no tie. His hands rested behind his back, his face carved from ice. Those blue eyes never left me. Not once.

I started moving again, still slow, still cruel, riding the edge of his sanity. His voice came out wrecked around the gag. “Faster—fuck—please—” I smiled, lifted almost all the way off, and slammed back down. “Fuckkk!!! Elena…” he screamed. I did it again, again, again. Then leaned down, breasts swaying, and whispered, “Have you learnt your lesson, Diavolo?” His eyes flashed, dark, dangerous, and so fucking amused it made me clench around him hard. I kept the pace glacial, rolling, grinding, letting him feel every inch of the torture he usually gave me. He couldn’t answer, he was crying now, tears of pure frustration gathering at the corners of his eyes.

“Do you think you can escape from me?” In a blink of an eye, Dio’s vine wrapped around him and thorns grew from the vine. It pierced the man’s body and his blood dropped and scattered as if it was watering the vines. “You’re not alone, aren’t you?” When Dio heard his bond’s voice in his head, he nodded and turned to the man again. “I don’t need you anymore.” Dio strangled the man and just like what he did to Mikaella, he used his mana to make him explode and burn him to ashes.

Damn. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. The intelligence reports had described Daemon as reckless, impulsive, and hopelessly flirtatious and apparently they had not exaggerated. "You're the Crimson Mistress?" His tone carried obvious interest. I tilted my head slightly. "So I've been told." Daemon laughed. "I like her already." Draven smirked. "You like everyone." "Not true." Daemon said shaking his head. "It is absolutely true." Diavolo said shortly as he poured himself another drink. "I give it ten minutes before Daemon asks for her number."

“If this is about what happened—“ “Oh? That time when you took advantage of me—“ “Kierra. I’ll pay.” He told me. “Just shut the fuck up.” “Unfortunately, my mouth is here. You forgot to sew it up too, Davide.” With that, Davide’s face paled as white as paper. I stretched out my smile with my fingers teasingly— impersonating a Cheshire’s. Fuck around and find out is what they say. And now, I’ll give him hell to pay.

I smiled when his hand went to my stomach, caressing it with pride and admiration that there was life growing. “I promised I would destroy the world for you. And I am. Anything to keep my fire.” Damiano whispered, still looking at my stomach, feeling enchanted by it before he looked at me with a beautiful smile on his lips. He did promise me, and not once had he failed to keep his promise. After all, Damiano was a man of his word. He was my villain, and… “My Devil.” I whispered with a soft smile, and a mischievous look appeared on his face.

“Do you think that way, Volkov. And here I thought you were tormenting her because of me. Just because she is your daughter doesn’t give you any right to trouble her. If this relation bothers you so much, then I break it today. I, Valentine Romero, cut all the ties between Crystal and you. She is no more your daughter. She doesn’t belong to anyone. After today, I don’t want to hear even your name from her in nightmares. You will disappear from her life like a bad dream. She will be my wife now. Crystal Valentine Romero. See. How simple it was to kick away the name that joined you two. She is mine now, Svetozar. Completely and savagely. I am her keeper, her everything. You are no father but o