Douglas Bullet Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

If not for werewolves’ enhanced hearing, I may not have heard him. “’Oh shit’ is right” Bree tells him as Detective Doug then kneels down across the body from where Scott it. “Is that…?” he asks as he looks back up at Scott and then at me. And then back and Scott. And then back at me as though he’s playing an invisible type of ping pong that will somehow result in us telling him that the human’s wounds cannot possibly be from a vampire.

Upon getting back to Dante's mansion, we reported to Francesco who not only cursed us but asked us to be punished as expected. He sat on the plush armchair in the garden and watched how his men let the horse whip kiss our skins while he mocked us. “Is that how to beat a sinner?” He roared suddenly before he stood from the chair and moved to where we knelt. He collected the whip from one of his men. He also ordered them to look at how a sinner ought to be flogged. He tightened his hold on the horse whip and started flogging Bullet who color drained out of her face. She held her thighs and took the pain in. Shortly, she fell and vomited blood. Still, Francesco was relentless in his actions.

He grinned fiercely and said, "Hahah! Adios, Severin! You're as good as dead!" The Demonblood Gourd was Uzair's trump card, and it was strong enough to reach the standard of superior-quality treasures despite only being of mediocre quality. One could put it on par with Tobias's Soul Devouring Nail in terms of the effect it had on a practitioner's soul. It was a formidable weapon that could be used either to unleash its malevolent energy or to restrain a practitioner's soul.

He explained as if talking with a one year old toddler who doesn’t know the difference between blue and pink. “Wait, business partner?” I blinked my eyes at him and realization hit me. Even though he is Bullet, I still need to make sure that I will get him to sign a contract with him because we badly need the partnership as soon as possible! This is the moment where I started to focus on my goal again and not be distracted by the weird turn of events. “So we are now business partners?” I asked again. Bullet is now serving me with food. It was rice and an orange kind of food, I think it is called Menudo. A Filipino dish that is perfect to be eaten with Pork Sinigang as a side dish.

These deceptively delicate flowers would dictate nothing for him. He raised his hand to cast the bouquet aside when a faint, almost ethereal chime reached his ears. His eyes flicked forward instantly. A figure, draped entirely in black, aimed their claws at his throat. Without hesitation, Finn intercepted the blow with the hand clutching the bouquet. The fragile blossoms bore the brunt, scattering into a swirling cloud of petals.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

Desmond Deville was ranked just under Marcus Novak, which meant he was wealthy and incredibly powerful. My stomach twisted painfully, and I had but a moment’s notice before I was bent over, hurling up the contents of my dinner. My nose burned and my eyes watered, but I couldn’t register the pain over my frantic thoughts. It wasn’t like I hadn’t killed before. Many rogues died during the battle, especially when I used my ability to subdue them. This, however, was confirmation of what I was. A soul-eater. What good could come out of a gift so horrible? What was even worse was how euphoric it felt, how strong and bloated with power I was. Disgust poured from my mouth in the form of acidic vomit

Luca De Santis. Even without knowing the name yet, Adrian felt the danger rolling off him. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful forearms. His face was brutally beautiful with sharp jaw, high cheekbones, icy gray eyes that reflected the moonlight like a wolf’s. Dark hair slicked back. A thin scar through his left eyebrow. The kneeling man screamed something about mercy. Luca didn’t even blink. He raised the gun and pulled the trigger. The gunshot cracked across the water like thunder.