Diavolo Manga Novels & Stories

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

"Your black metal spear is a negative energy beam. To destroy it, positive energy is required. Aji Sangkala's spirit gave me holy fire energy and allowed me to use holy fire. Simple enough, but the technique you use is very troublesome, isn't it, Asura? Arya Santanu looked back. Asura came out of hiding. Ten black metal spears had been pulled out of his body. Beside him was the spirit of Aji Sangkala who walked hand in hand with the red demon. "It's a good thing my handsome face survived. Otherwise, I would have haunted your sleep!" Asura was so annoyed that he pointed at Hirayasura. "Be patient, friend. We'll burn that adorable doll and find its owner." Aji Sangkala's spirit joined in the m

He stood up with a smile on his face, then clicked his tongue as he added, "But some stories are better left buried." "What did you just say to me?” He picked up the photograph and stared at it for a minute, then said, “Jaxon Moretti.” “You knew him?” My heart throbbed in surprise as I looked at him in confusion. He nods his head, “I do. But Jaxon Mor etti is no ordinary man, Ms. Sullivan.” "What kind of a man is he, detective?" "He's the devil himself..."

Liam devoured his burger like it was the best meal he’d ever had, talking with his mouth full as he told me everything. “They barely fed me. Some days just water, some days nothing,” he said. “They kept saying it was all your fault, and that sooner or later they’d make you pay.” He swallowed hard and stared at the table. “I thought I’d die there.” I reached across the table and took his hand. “You’ll never go through that again. I swear it.” He nodded, but his eyes were tired. He looked older somehow, like the fear of those mafia guys had added years to him.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

My skin burned instead of stinging, and more blood spilled from my mouth but I fought and fought, until the lights of the candles came on…. Another thunder bolted angrily, followed by a violent whoosh of air that threatened to put off the candle lights. I wiped my mouth with the back of my palm, grabbed the dead animal and began to tie it with a white rope. As soon as I was done, I threw it into the bowl of animal blood and carried it up, resuming my chant with a bell on my other hand. “Adaou dingo zatuu!” “Gruzdenn cratin fantuaaa”

Drago notified, “I will give you an estimate, you open that door, you will meet hell, what are you going to do when you are injured?” El Diablo smiled, he didn’t flinch when he was told about his wound neither did he look shocked when he was told of his doom, because one thing was for certain, this was not the end for him. “This,” he said followed by a gunshot. Drago flinched, momentarily showing his pain on his face before concealing it again as the black haired man before him walked up to him. “Now we are both bleeding,” El Diablo said before placing his gun on Drago’s temple as he stood behind him, “and you will open the door.”