Lightning Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

Nikolai asks me, he sounded all serious, I decided to answer him just as serious. “The godfather cucumber has been playing both sides against each other ordering the red apples to attack and destroy the green apples supplies of coffee. The head of the green apples who is married to the devil fruit both swear to keep their angel fruit out off what is going on. The angel fruit finds out what's going on calls her friends to help they come with their melted chocolate for torture! For torture I’m telling you!” I explain to him, it’s what I understood form Paul plus some of mine, I’m not that stupid after all. “What the…” Devil says while Paul laugh his bum off at us, he’s the one who started this

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them,

Yosef-hyung ordered. “There is Bacchus, he’s bald with a moustache. He’s the one in charge of them. Atlas, tall and dark with long hair. Then Minotaur, muscular but short. Another one is Cupid, a pretty boy with red hair. And lastly, Pegasus. He has a scar on the forehead.” Tristan stated. “It’s funny that their aliases goes along well with Olympus.” Miko joked. Yosef-hyung glared at him and he kept his mouth shut. He continued typing on his laptop. “Got it, hyung.” He said.

It kept asking itself in its heart, ‘Why can’t the Master’s treasure kill him? ‘Lufian is only a Heavenly Overlord and Master said this treasure can deal with all Heavenly Overlords. ‘Even if it can’t kill the opponent, it can still be used to save my life. ‘Master won’t lie to me. ‘But why is this happening? ‘What exactly is the problem? ‘What kind of monster did I encounter?’ “You are not human! You are not human at all! You are a devil! You must be a devil!” Mother yelled in terror.

He took my left hand, pressed his lips to the inside of my wrist where my pulse thundered. “By the blood of Lucifer and the light of Selene,” he intoned, voice carrying the weight of centuries, “I, Vuk Kael Lasković, Alpha Devil of the Northern Dominion, name you Maureen Laurent—my mate, my equal, my Luna. The dominion is yours to guard, to burn, to heal. And I am yours to command, to break, to keep.” Tears slipped down my cheeks. I leaned forward, rested my forehead against his.

Something watching from the shadows. I reached the ground floor and found my way to the kitchen. It was enormous, all stainless steel and dark granite. I poured myself a glass of water and leaned against the counter, drinking it in slow, desperate gulps. "You should be sleeping." I spun around, the glass slipping from my hand, and shattering on the floor. Luca stood in the doorway. He was shirtless, wearing only grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His chest was broad, sculpted, covered in a pattern of dark tattoos I had never seen before, tribal markings that seemed to move in the moonlight.

“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.

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.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

The blade gleamed wickedly in the torchlight, and Malakar caught it with practiced ease. "Please forgive me, your majesty! It won't happen again!" the bleeding man pleaded, his voice breaking with desperation. Tears mixed with the blood on his face as he looked up at his tormentor. Malakar tilted his head, considering the plea with mock thoughtfulness. "Even though you all know that mercy isn't my thing and I don't do forgiveness, why do you still ask for it when it can't be offered to you?" His voice was conversational, almost friendly, which somehow made it more chilling.