Lightning Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

She tilted her head, studying me over the rim of her glass. “First time seeing the Devil’s justice up close?” I nodded, fingers tightening around the glass. “It was… fast. Terrifying. But he—” My voice cracked. “He didn’t even think. Just protected me.” Nyxara’s eyes narrowed slightly, something unreadable flickering there. “That’s what mates do,” she said carefully. “Or so they say.” I looked down into my brandy. “I didn’t ask him to cut off hands for me.” “No,” she agreed. “But he did. And now half the dominion is whispering about how the great Alpha Devil lost control over a southern stray.”

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.

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.

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.

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.

he said as he hugged me. " Yeah, me too," I said as I pulled away. " When you come of age, I also pray you find your own mate too," I said to him as his once bright expression turned sad. As an omega from birth, it only takes the intervention of the moon goddess for Finn to find his mate. "Me too," he said. "Hey come on Finn, don't be sad. I didn't say it to make you sad, it is my birthday wish" I said as I pinched him on the cheeks as his mood brightened up once again.

She sat at her desk, filing her nails. "You guessed right," I replied, resting my elbows on the table. "What's the urgency?" Alessa stopped filing her nails and looked at me attentively. "I found out their names," she said. I raised my eyebrows, wondering how she figured it out so quickly. She continued when she saw my confusion. "The new boys, the blond one is called Basael, the redhead is Kanael, and the dark-haired one is Afael. Isn't it weird? Everything ends with 'ael.'"

”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.

Mama Joyce added. There has to be some kind of mistake right? “It’s a rare case, and for all we know it might be a myth,” I said, and they frowned. “Then how do we explain what is happening to you?” Dr Brown asked me. “I was thinking that maybe I ate a devil fruit, and it gave me healing powers,” I said, and they smiled. “What do I do?” I asked them and they made sure that no one was listening. “You wait it out, the marking will disappear in three months,” Dr Brown said, and I nodded.