Mundus Devil May Cry 1 Novels & Stories

Its blue eyes glowed red in anger, a rage that went far beyond the natural animal kind. Before I even managed to take a step in her direction, the wolf pounced, not at me, but at the door. Within mere seconds, he was shifting; fur was retracting, bones snapped into place, and the creature vanished. A couple of seconds later, Luca Moretti stood there, completely human again, yet completely nude, sweaty, and bleeding. Yet those eyes were still crazed. Nicolas entered the room through another door, pointing a gun and holding a robe in the other hand.

Made me understood that father’s game was all over too. Then Madarashi put the dagger on the ground and calmly came and untied me. I was still conscious and unconscious at the same time. But this was the time I got to my senses and witnessed ‘The DEVIL’ for the first time. I looked at his face, he was insanely smiling and then burst into laughter. He looked like a freaking devil at that time. I really freaked out at that time. But suddenly he calmed down and said,

It's just that if it could then Gerand will happily make Regi 'die' in the game he created. In this case Gerand will win. "Gerand eunggh." Damn, Gerand will really fly and never come back. Even more so when he saw Regi's body innocently puffed out his chest. Very erotic from anything it looks like. All of that... Gerand couldn't even do anything anymore. It was the craziest sex Gerand had ever had in his life. "Hah..., hah... hah..." Regi's breath was raging as it reached its climax. Even that girl's body was shaking violently.

”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.

Dominic continued typing commands into the terminal, launching defensive countermeasures that corralled the attackers, turning the terminal into a deadly trap. Minutes stretched like hours, each second filled with tension, adrenaline, and unspoken connection. Their shoulders brushed as they moved side by side, elbows bumping, hands close but focused. Each shared glance carried more than just survival, it carried trust, desire, and a simmering fire neither had admitted yet. The attackers surged again, this time more recklessly. Elara fired in controlled bursts, taking down two more before a third lunged toward her side. Dominic reacted instantly, his rifle cutting the man down with a single,

It buzzed and trembled, and the blood oozed out became thicker and thicker. The Silver-armored Devil's eyes were full of disbelief. His body trembled and he came back to his senses. His expression suddenly became angry and ashamed. "You're just an ant, yet you dare to mess with me! Earth Devils of the Eternal Era, Break the Universe!" With a roar, a vortex appeared in the palm of the Silver-armored Devil. He clenched the long bone spear and shook it violently. Swoosh! The surface of the long bone spear was suddenly thrown out a lot of indescribable blood.

I looked at my opponent. He was bared to the waist and so am I. Devon was now crouching, ready to launch an attack. I got ready too. The fight was set to last half an hour. I planned to be defensive in the first few minutes, before I begin my attacks. As I had expected, Devon attacked first, aiming for my chest, I ducked and almost landed on my back but sprang back up quickly. Without warning, he leaped forward again, this time, targetting my throat. I ducked again, but this time, I immediately sank a punch in his groin.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

I'm lost in the darkness. My sun. My stars. My moon. Gone forever. I whipped away the tears and lifted my head, staring at her lifeless body. I gently placed her on the ground, brushed back her hair and kissed her on the forehead. "They will pay, mother. I promise." I whispered before standing up. Dante was still standing beside me, sadness filled in his eyes. I grabbed the rifle from the ground and ran towards the ongoing conflict. I picked up another rifle without a second thought and opened fire. Rain of bullets impacted dozens of bodies.

"Fine, let’s do it." I got dressed quickly and we both left for the training ground, surprisingly, the underground training room looked more like an elite military bunker, cold concrete, steel racks with every weapon imaginable. Dummies that looked too human and Dante? Or should I say Doom? He was already shirtless, wrapping his hands with black tape, tattoos cutting across his arms and chest like blades... He was in his full Doom mode. He tossed me gloves. "Basic self-defense first, then we move to weapons, don’t hold back. If you want revenge, you better be ready to bleed for it."