Mundus Devil May Cry 1 Novels & Stories

“You messed with the wrong girl, “ a blonde female mercenary was standing before Jason, staring him down. “You just thought you were conversing with the devil,” she drawled, “Better the devil you know, you perverted bastard,” “Madchen, she addressed her,” We will allow you to have one more shot at him if you can stand it, anything you want,” She managed to stand up straight, and take in a deep breath. She was physically spent, but something with a little less effort…

Mia couldn't believe she was staring at the devil. She couldn't fathom how he was there in the first place. In second place, there was a very rich and powerful man bleeding to death on the restroom pathway of a vessel filled up with the ultra wealthy, and upper echelons of society. This was something straight out of a horror movie. “What the fuck, Luca?!” Her eyes doubled when she heard Lev’s voice. And as it moved, she saw him standing behind the devil, his mouth wide open in shock.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and the fire pillars that came at his face disappeared in an instant. At the same time, beams of pupil radiance, like chains of order, spread out and shot into the endless magma, directly tying up the huge Fire Devil's body. In its angry roar and struggle, the endless pupil radiance chains of order tightly trapped its huge body, directly dragged it out of the magma, and lifted it into the sea. "It's a low-level Fire Devil that has not yet evolved." The Sword Master made an evaluation.

he whispers into my mind. "Return my bride, you ugly, red-spawned demon from hell," I yell back with a bellow that should have blown away his castle. His tail comes out and wallops my back legs. My front talons strike through the cloud to the side of me and I feel the satisfying grind of nails against armored scales. A well-placed punch to my jaw is my reward. I shake my great head, spin, and charge through another cloud only to find him gone. "Let me know when you tire so we can land and discuss this like mature men."

Rico was breathing hard, one eye already swelling shut, but he stood tall when he stepped in front of Vito. The entire warehouse went dead quiet. Vito removed his shirt and stepped into the ring, wrapping his hands with black tape. He looked calm. Almost bored. Rico knew he was fucked, but he wasn’t stupid enough to go down without trying. He suddenly pulled a small pocket knife from his waistband. Vito raised an eyebrow. “Fair enough.” Rico lunged forward with a desperate shout, slashing wildly. Vito moved like water… he caught Rico’s wrist, twisted it hard until the knife clattered to the floor, then kicked it away. He yanked Rico back up by the collar.

If he didn’t, it would risk two more Deus Dracos… or worse. David waits for the super reptile to charge him. The super reptile opens its mouth as it goes towards David. David dodges by the side. He knows that the non-evolved super reptiles had weak turning points. David was on the side of the super reptile’s mouth which provided him with a safe spot. Using his knife, David plunged the dagger straight into the super reptile’s remaining eye.

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

I supposed I will die from blood loss in five minutes according to one article that I have read. Suddenly, a familiar feeling crept into my veins. I can no longer hear the insane cackles of my aunt. The blood stopped gushing from my wound. It felt like time froze again, and it only means one thing. “D-doom…” I faintly whispered under my breath. “Open your eyes. It's not yet your time.” Did I hear it correctly? It's Doom's voice right? Did he come to save me again? I opened my eyes, and I was greeted by his crimson orbs.

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.

Valerian's POV I am known to be ruthless. I am known to be a devil. Both by humans and vampires. I am often labeled as cold. As stern. As hard. I've lived hundreds of years in this lifetime and I already came to terms with that, that even I, myself believed that I am. I had to.