Hydra Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

Zayn did not attempt to hide and told Quintavious frankly, “You’re right about me encountering a lucky chance in Shangri-la indeed. I consumed all the remaining fruits after beating King Erik to death in Shangri-la. It wasn’t too much or too little but at only a hundred fruits in total.” Quintavious was shocked upon hearing that. He blurted out immediately, “That’s impossible!” It did not make sense for Zayn to consume a hundred fruits! He consumed five fruits back in those years, only two less than Osiris’s, and had already attained great achievements. Moreover, a person was only capable of consuming ten fruits at most theoretically. The person would not be able to digest any more than ten!

"AETHER!" The sky turned black. A gigantic black portal was formed, covering the blue sky, and then, three gigantic heads of hydra came out of the portal. ROAAR! Heinrich laughed. "Yes, I just made your sister, Levia... meet Hydra." ROAAAAAAR! Hydra screeched loudly, leaping out from the portal. It attacked the wyverns with its massive jaws. It didn't care how much damage it caused; it simply wanted to kill.

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.

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.

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"

My inner wolf whines at my mate’s size, and my eyes widen as I take him in as a whole. His skin is covered in shimmering bronze scales that glint with every color imaginable as they catch the sun. Majestic and grand wings from his back are casting a shadow that darkens the entire garden. He has three heads, each unique and terrifying in its own right. “I’ve heard two new heads grow out of a hydra if you destroy one of them,” Leon whispers. “Hydra dragons are truly fascinating.” I gulp. “Y-yeah, and scary.” Reed’s heads are snapping at each other, causing me to shrink further into Leon.

While her chosen mate had skin as dark as midnight, silver hair with a matching goatee, and brown eyes. Hydra and Landon chose me as their deity. Hydra was a short brunette with blue eyes. Landon liked to keep his head clean shaven despite keeping a 5 o'clock shadow, and his hazel eyes always seemed full of happiness. I might be biased, but they were the only elder couple that honestly seemed to love each other.

The hydra turned its attention to us. When it focused on Meredith, Hakeem jumped in front of her, slashing at its open maw. But the beast’s saliva hit him, burning through his shirt and skin like acid. Hakeem’s scream of agony and Meredith’s cry of his name will haunt my nightmares. “Tesoro!” I screamed. With strength I didn’t know I had, I yanked the half-severed head from the hydra’s neck and hurled it aside. I leapt from the beast’s body to scoop Hakeem up.

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?

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an