Doc Q Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

Something watching from the shadows. I reached the ground floor and found my way to the kitchen. It was enormous, all stainless steel and dark granite. I poured myself a glass of water and leaned against the counter, drinking it in slow, desperate gulps. "You should be sleeping." I spun around, the glass slipping from my hand, and shattering on the floor. Luca stood in the doorway. He was shirtless, wearing only grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His chest was broad, sculpted, covered in a pattern of dark tattoos I had never seen before, tribal markings that seemed to move in the moonlight.

Ava asked, she already knows what was going on but she doesn’t know the end of it and would really love to, it was all about her after all. Lucian sipped his drink casually, “looks like you are going to be in hell with the devil for a little while more, just pray the fire doesn’t burn your soul.” Follow me on I*******m @goodnessshadrach :)

Not thinking that. Adom finds the 'too perfect' clan leader enjoying some of his servants in the cellar, most of them being female and all of them barely clothed. The devil extends both of his hands, cats eyes glowing as smoke begins to fill up the room. "What?" the vampire leader barks as his meal starts to disappear. "What is the meaning of this? Who dares-?" Adom snaps his fingers and the smoke disappears, along with all the people. The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy.

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

They took her away from me! Dante stepped in front of me blocking my path but I glared at him and he stepped back. I pulled out my septton small black blade and stabbed the bald guy in the thigh. His head jerked back as he cried out in agony. His olive toned skin turns red, thick veins popping from each side of his head. My heart pounds in my chest as my breaths slow down, carefully staring at the man as he cries out in pain. "Vincent Alo." I say, he glares at me, his whole body trembling in pain, sweat and tears covering his face.

Rain’s pov He marched towards me, crouched down, coming face to face before me as he pulled down his hood, and my stomach tightened with dread. The rumours about him were always about his cruelty and the agony he'd caused but none ever warned or prepared me for how beautiful the devil looked like. His face looked like it had been sculpted after the word perfection. The detailed outline of his jawline, and that provocative stare he wore like a garment was alluring. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him. How can a devil be this beautiful?

Said the masked man, then he shot him with dark lightning sending the guardian flat on his back, there was a loud boom in the water. Then the mysterious man tugged at the mask and once he got it off he told Sekora to finish the guardian, so she did using her flow and hitting him with a spirit gun. Just then something started to rise from the ground. First there was long silver hair, then they saw the slanted white eyes, then a white face appeared with its mouth open and long, sharp, black teeth, eight black arms with sharp black claws appeared next followed by the body with four holes. This is the Doom Dimension devil. Sekora screamed in horror at the sight of the devil. Both she and Luese s

If everyone died in this battle, it would waste his efforts. At this moment, Jason, who was sitting cross-legged in the void, opened his eyes gently. His eyes were shining brightly and he sat still. Before he could get up, a sword Qi burst out between his fingers. The devil, who was absorbing the four people's energy, was interrupted by the attack of Little Apple. Just as he was about to go on with absorbing the energy again, he found that a sword light was coming at him. The devil's expression changed. The next moment, the blood line that absorbed the four people's energy was cut off by the sword light.

Making a turn, I was headed for his room when someone grabbed my wrist. “Miss Dunes?” His sweet manly fragrance wafted into my nostrils first, but I couldn't remember anyone who had that scent. My left eye was blinded and the right one was blurry, so I couldn't make out his face. “Who are you?” I demanded. “Ohh..” he muttered. “Pardon my impudence.” Letting go of my hand, he stretched the other one out. “Doctor Desmond.” When I didn't take the gesture, he explained further. “I'm your assigned doctor.”