Even The Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

"Well, then I'll be the one to go first..." "No, I'll go first" "I'm quite good, I'll go first" A smirk lingered at the corner of her lips as she watched the other gamblers stopped their games to fight for a night with her. It's really good to be beautiful and sexy. In less than a minute, everyone turned against each other and fought, throwing stuffs around the bar. The bar man hid to seek shelter from the objects hurled in his direction, Anastasia seems unwavering even as cups broke before her feet, one hit her in the temple.

"I already cursed you not to be able to walk under the sun because of your betrayal... You'd live with it and so would your followers." Dracula stepped forward and gulped down the concoction that was made by the devil and he clutched his stomach, his eyes rolled skyward. "Yes!" The devil cackled. "It's working." Dracula fell on the ground and shivered before letting out a loud shout that shook the earth. A new demon was born! "All hail Azelbub!" They chanted, bowing down to the master. "Jonathan!" The devil exclaimed and a young man answered. "Step into the middle."

One of the men started to sing loudly, Drink, enjoy to the core Get yourself intoxicated more. Make the snow as crown Perfectly fit for our known. Our future King is here, Get ready to celebrate the victory. Only one name was audible, Dev was the name echoed everywhere. Everyone was singing and dancing like a lunatic and enjoying their wine with joy. The wine falls were overflowed with many people, while Dev was speaking to himself, “Why can’t I take my thoughts away from those eyes? It’s evil but exotic. Those eyes were more intoxicating than wines. I came across thousands but those were casting some spells on me.

Tessa’s breath hitched. Zayne chuckled, shifting gears. "Hear that, princess? The devil’s waiting." The car sped into the night.

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

Inner Devil 2, convulsing like a cartoon electrocuted by pleasure: ‘AHHH! I just came for the third time, and I’m not even the one getting railed!’ Inner Devil, riding a flaming mechanical bull, waving a lasso: ‘YEE-HAW! Forget baptizing the penthouse, let him bless every surface, Freya! The couch! The kitchen! The damn chandelier if it holds!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Welcome to the Grand Opening of Freya’s Pleasure Palace! Starring: Sir Kenneth and His Holy Sword!’

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Then narrowing. “You look so—” the woman pointed at Ayra, frowning slightly. “You really look like someone I saw online a few months ago. The scandal stuff with Leo—Leo Devine, I think? That scandal thing, you know. You remember?” Ayra’s breath froze. Her hand gripped the cloth handles of her shopping bag tightly, enough to make her knuckles blanch. “I get that a lot,” she said quickly, forcing a smile that felt stretched and awkward. “But no, sorry. Not me.”

Why would the devil advise her to go down to a place even him cannot go to. "Is there no other way to go about this?" "I'm afraid, there's no other way. It's your choice now. Save him, or mourn what he was. Either way, time is not on your side." Just like he came, the devil disappeared into thin air, leaving the devastated Aria pondering on the almost impossible solution he had offered. Meanwhile, at the heart of a forgotten realm, where the air was thick with sulphur, and the sky, a bleeding darkness, Lucas knelt in pain. He screamed, but no sound left his throat.