Ice Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

What she didn’t know— was that this small act— would make him far more dangerous tonight. Soon, they arrived at the fruit-gathering area. Clar’s curiosity flared. She wanted to pick everything—but the original owner rarely left the cave. Her memory held almost nothing about these fruits. She looked at Lucas helplessly. “I know the orange one—Luna picked it before. But what’s this red one?” Lucas explained patiently. “The orange one is Sweet Fragrant Fruit. The red one is Sour Fruit.” She picked one and tasted it. Sour— very sour.

“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.”

The older woman couldn't see what Eryndra was seeing - to her, the flowers looked the same as always. Curious and slightly afraid, Eryndra reached out and placed her hand on another healthy flower - a white lily that had been her mother's favorite. The moment her skin made contact, the flower died immediately. The white petals turned black and crumbled to dust. She immediately pulled her hand back, staring at her palm in shock. The skin looked normal - pale, soft, unmarked. But something was wrong, terribly wrong. "My princess, we should get going," Enrica said gently, not noticing the dead flowers at Eryndra's feet.

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."

'And who the fuck is Leone fucking Andreotti?' What a mouth. What a foul mouth. Suddenly, my pants are just too tight. Agent....Thirteen… She has no idea, but she just summoned the fucking devil, and he wants so badly to play with her. Who knew those lips... those dark embers in her eyes would arouse me so much?

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.”

Valeria asks as she sniffs the fruit. “It’s called fragosika, it’s a cousin to the dragon fruit only this is very sweet. Try it,” I encourage as I bite into the tasty fruit. Valeria gives it a tentative lick, and I try not to laugh. She bites into it and then smiles happily, “This is really good!” “Maybe we can take some home with us,” I suggest as we finish our fruit and continue our journey through the long winding streets, “Speaking of home…” “Uh oh, I don’t like that tone.”

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

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