Ice Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

“What if I want us to be together again, Eve? Try one more time and see the man that I have become?” I raised a brow, meeting his gaze again. “And what makes the present you and the before you different?” “Nobody calls me 'devil' anymore,” he replied, completely unshaken. My brows lifted. “What?” He gave a small, almost self-deprecating smile. “Everyone used to say that I was devilish because of my attitude—cold, ruthless, always ready to tear through anything that got in my way. But I can promise you, nobody calls me that anymore. They see that I’ve changed… for the best.”

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

was all I could say. "Yes! They're a sight worth seeing. There's also Jabuticaba, which grows directly on the trunk of its tree, looking like black grapes hugging the bark. Very mystical-looking. And then.... there's Black Sapote (Chocolate Pudding Fruit). It's green on the outside, but the flesh is dark and sweet like pudding. Honestly, the list is endless. Oh, and there's also Cloudberry. It's golden and soft, almost like tiny glowing suns. Sigh, I wish I could have snapped some or something."

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.

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.

It’s disgusting I’ve been that shit. “Have you been in this forest before?” I asked while Ralph is plucking from the mangroves with a rare kind of fruit. “Am I too obvious?” asked Ralph. “Hell. Of course, you are! Only stupid humans will not get the hint,” I said, chuckling. Now I’m eating what he just plucked. “Whoa, surprisingly, it’s tasty! What is this called?” I asked. “It’s what you call a fruit that a piece of shit gave to a slut like you.”

“You are mine, Devil Emperor Finn.” A fragment of pure halo light bloomed from her palm and sank into his heart. Finn slid his hand around her waist, pulling her close. “I am only yours, Heavenly Empress Vivica,” he whispered, accepting her light as he placed a beautiful black crown upon her head, the crown of the Empress of Hell. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss as white and black petals rained down from above, showering them in a storm of light and shadow. Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

"We haven't introduced ourselves yet—I'm Francia Dunn." "I'm Afael," he replied, giving her a flirtatious smile. Damn. "And they are my brothers, Basael and Kanael." "She's flirting with them," grumbled Alessa, irritated. "Kanael is mine." Karina rolled her eyes. I diverted my gaze, not wanting to look... upset watching the scene. Watching how Afael was flirting with Francia. "Would you like something else?" I said, getting up. My milkshake had already finished. They shook their heads, paying too much attention to what Francia, the country-named girl, had to say. I walked towards the counter, feeling eyes on me.

“You talk a lot.” “You’re so mean.” I pouted before a genius idea popped into my mind. “You know what? We should be best friends because you’re marrying my best friend. We should all be best friends together!” I couldn't contain my excitement and hugged him tightly with a big smile on my face. “Althaia.” The familiar voice of the Devil spoke, making me turn around to look at him. “Oh, look who came over, Tank Man. It’s il Diavolo.” I giggled.