Fan Made Devil Fruits Novels & Stories

Severin found it intriguing more than anything. The fan that Diane secured was known as the Seven-Bird Fire-Feather Fan. It was a fearsome weapon made from the feathers of seven fire-attributed feathered monsters, and it was capable of unleashing a sky full of flames. Gilda's acquisition, the Sense-Shut Ruler, possessed properties similar to Tobias's Soul Devouring Nail. It was capable of restraining a practitioner's divine senses and launching direct attacks on a practitioner's soul. The Black Ice Sword that Sheila and Sofia acquired was crafted from ten thousand years of deep-sea black ice. It was capable of cutting through vast expanses of ice with little effort.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

But the calm didn’t last. The manager stormed in, his face tight, his smile still and forced. “Gentlemen, my apologies,” he said quickly. “This won’t happen again.” His eyes scanned the area until they landed on Maya, who had just returned with another tray. “You.” His voice cracked sharply. “You’re done here. You’re fired. Get out.” She froze. Her brows pulled together as she blinked, confused. “What?” “You heard me. Fired. Now.” He marched toward her, anger written all over his face. Then his hand lifted — heading straight for her hair… maybe her head, but as long as the hair was on her head.

The air thickened with the scent of fire and blood. I climbed the inner wall despite protests from guards. From there, I could see the battlefield unfolding beyond the gates. The enemy banners were black and crimson, the mark of the traitor faction we had believed weakened after Marcus’s defeat. We had been wrong. They had rebuilt. And they had come prepared. Dominic fought like something born of the storm itself. His blade moved in ruthless arcs, cutting through attackers with terrifying precision. Even from a distance, I could feel the power of him, controlled, focused, unyielding.

Indra exclaimed. They started their journey as Sky Bandit with that mysterious guy’s guidance. They annihilated small fries while looking for intel about Alfi and Rian whereabout. Koji chose a flame sword as his power like the char from the game he played. I forgot what the name is and I am so lazy to figure it out as currently, my supervisor is watching me whether I am working or slacking off by writing this story instead. While Indra chose kick like Sanji. What a bunch of weebs.

Titan looked at Ragnar once, but in that look, he knew the gravity of the situation. He marked his mate without permission. And a human mate at that. Not only would Ragnar have to face the wrath of a group of peers for his lack of control, but he would also have to explain to the witch twins why their friend lay gravely ill after promising he would take care of her.

She hated that she wanted to understand him. Somewhere down the hall, a door closed. She peeked out and saw Lucian in the corridor, shirt sleeves rolled up, phone in hand. His tone was clipped, dangerous. "If Marco thinks he can move without me, he's mistaken," he said into the phone. "I'll end him before he even reaches the docks." The sound of his voice sent a chill through her. That calmness-that quiet promise of violence-was what made men call him the Devil. When he hung up, he noticed her standing there. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Rain whispered against the windows.

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.

I had never even fought before, but I watched enough anime to have an idea of how it would turn out. John chuckled bitterly, biting his lip. “One of the men was holding a young woman by her neck, getting ready to snap her neck. I quickly ran over, but I could even lay a punch. Turns out vampires do have super speed and super strength too. He punched me into the wall. I could barely breathe. “Well well well. What do we have here? A little superhero?”