Enzo Bayonetta Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

"Corned beef please." Angela ordered the Corned beef for the boy and Bethany and a boba tea for herself. "you two are already getting along so well." Bethany marked. Her son was too shy to properly interact with strangers or even towards the people he knew. It was surprising how Adrian would soften up with Angela in the shortest time. "Don't tell me you are jealous." Angela teased, sipping the bubble tea. Bethany just laughed heartily. "Does your subordinates know you are such a childish brat?" Angela asked. Bethany had always been diligent just like her, they were two geeks with good looks. Bethany was exceptionally good looking with her brilliant baby blue eyes and long chocolatey hair.

"I and my grandson are the last of an ancient, primordial lineage, boy. The final scion of the Fallen's bloodline, borne of his cursed progeny down through the eons since the dawn of your kind's existence on this earth." He flexed his wings outward with a bone-rattling boom that sent tremors rippling through the very ground beneath their feet. The air itself seemed to shimmer and distort with the intensity of the heat radiating from Enzo's form, as if reality itself could not quite perceive or process the true depths of his unveiled power. "This is my true visage, my truest nature laid bare before you. I am Enzo Cavalieri Delgaard, of the Nephilim lords descended from the Fallen God himself.

Omegas have no important role to play, like fighting in wars or any other important pack business like the other pack members. The beta of our pack had three children, a boy, Winston, a girl, Lucinda, and another girl, Charmaine. Winston and Lucinda were the worst of all, they were the highest bullies I had in my pack. Winston is 23 years old, he had already found his mate, Amelia, she was a real bitch who fucked all dicks in the pack.

“Caden, we’re in. Where are you?” “Big office at the back—two assistants out front. Only one with an assistant.” “Are you two okay?” he asked. He sounded worried. “Just get here.” I cut the link. Devon stepped closer. “Baylee—protect your clothes,” I linked. A soft purple haze shimmered around her as I lit my palm with fire. Devon froze. “What is she doing?” I smirked. Baylee exhaled. A banshee’s scream burst from her body—shattering glass, igniting Devon’s body in a flash of hellfire. He didn’t even get the chance to scream before he was ash.

Dominic continued typing commands into the terminal, launching defensive countermeasures that corralled the attackers, turning the terminal into a deadly trap. Minutes stretched like hours, each second filled with tension, adrenaline, and unspoken connection. Their shoulders brushed as they moved side by side, elbows bumping, hands close but focused. Each shared glance carried more than just survival, it carried trust, desire, and a simmering fire neither had admitted yet. The attackers surged again, this time more recklessly. Elara fired in controlled bursts, taking down two more before a third lunged toward her side. Dominic reacted instantly, his rifle cutting the man down with a single,

“I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!” Blood sprayed across the floor I flinched. “Mom!” I screamed. “What did you just do, Cassandra?’ Anger burst out of me. Nyx burst forward at that same time. My claws pushed out fast immediately, my eyes glowing silver-blue. I grabbed Cassandra by the throat and slammed her onto the wall until it cracked a bit because of the strong force. “You will never touch my mother again,” I growled. I fought like a wild beast. One of the rogues was attacked, flying into the air, feeling very weak.

Ryan praised as they bursted out laughing. Warren spoke next, “Come on, bro…Or were you fucking a hole in there?” I exhaled sharply, my ears itched to hear his response. “Dickheads.” Leonardo cursed. Their footsteps retreated. “Just tell us, huh…it's been a while the devil fucked a hole.” Ryan pressed. My heart melted with joy, hearing that statement. But it didn't last for long. “Good. Now let’s get him two girls for the night.” Ryan breathed.

The same look as always. "Diana," he called. "Salvatore," she answered. The three of us stood there staring at each other. Me with my hands bloody. Her with our daughter in her arms. Him with that cold expression. That's when I saw it. Enzo. Lying on the ground, leg drenched in blood, gasping. He was still alive. He still had the gun. And his gun was aimed at Diana's back. Time slowed down. Every beat of my heart felt like thunder inside my skull. My arm moved. My hand squeezed the trigger. The shot went off.

"Enzo, you're bleeding!" _____

“I don’t accept drinks from pieces of shit like you.” His smile sharpened. “Pieces of shit?” He stepped closer, crowding my space, “Careful, baby girl. Your beloved Enzo is the biggest piece of shit in this room.” I lifted my chin. “Don’t you dare call me baby girl ever again, that name is reserved for only Enzo. And besides, Enzo is nothing like you.” Dante laughed, low and filthy. “Keep dreaming.” His hand shot out, fingers locking around my wrist like a shackle. The Negroni sloshed, dark red splashing across my dress, dripping down the slit like blood, pain flared where his thumb dug into my bone.