Nero Dmc Fanart Novels & Stories

If he decided to go on a vendetta, then the entire city might really be drenched in death and blood. At that moment, the computer pinged. Nico leaned forward, scanning the screen. “Got it. The car was registered under a front business a few days ago.” Nero’s head tilted slightly. “Who?” Nico looked up, his voice tight. “One of the exclusive nightclubs downtown.” “Name.” He hesitated. “Luigi’s.” Nero’s expression didn’t change, but something inside him shifted. The silence turned lethal. He straightened, the faintest curl of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

We’re to meet in two days, on an asteroid belt in the Q Sector. So I get to work, finishing up my newest design. It’s quite simple, really. I create a stand in the middle of the Command Deck. But instead of being made of metal or titanium, it’s made of solid Neron. Valen pulled enough of it from the earth outside to create a three-foot tall stand with two handles to grip at the top. The base of it goes to those tubes that flow through the ship, connecting to the Core affixed to the top of this beast.

Nero’s deep voice follows, teasing him as he pretends to let the crab escape. “You’re too slow, Nereo!” Nero calls out, laughing. “Come on, you’ve got to be faster if you want to catch it!” I turn to watch them, my heart swelling with love. Nero’s crouched down in the sand, grinning as Nereo shrieks with laughter, trying to outrun the little creature. Seeing them together like this, carefree and happy, makes everything we went through worth it. “Mamma, look!” Nereo shouts, waving his arms in excitement. “I almost caught it!”

I was about to eat but all the girls here in the cafeteria suddenly shouted like they’d seen an actor or superstar or something like that, and so I looked at too who they were looking at. A tall man, with a pointed nose, and kissable lips... he had earrings in his ear and a tattoo on his hand. He looks like a bad boy type. Is he a student here? Why is he not in uniform?

A cut. It's different. This one not matching the cut of the Nightmare Warriors that I have seen. This one has an image of a skull with a cross bone under it. Around the image in big bold white letters are the words Rejects MC. I narrow my eyes as his stands there with his arms crossed leaning against my car, smoking a cigarette. I march over, get in front of his vision and cross my arms matching his gesture. "Um excuse me sugar, but last I checked leaning against a person's hood was rude. Maybe your mamma didn't teach you that, but I can assure you it is." The stranger smirks then pulls his cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it away from the two of us.

he told her. "Really? It might be their batch. Where is it?" Sage crossed his hands to his back, "I told Rae to visit the neighbourhood pack." "Okay, good. What does it look like?" Aurora asked as she walked after Sage who had turned to leave. "It's designed with the colour red and black with a portrayal of an eagle inscribed on it," he relayed and Aurora tried to think if she had seen something like that. "I'm sure we'll find them soon and I don't think they are from Autumn pack."

Well, she really loves to name her vehicles. "Wow! That's Alice? It's so cool." I said in awe because it's just so amazing. It has been my childhood dream to drive a truck like that, but Dad bought me a Lamborghini Huracán EVO. And its red. Yes, I love red. "Yep, so, uh... You got somewhere else to go?" She asked me, and yes, this is it, she finally asked me. "Umm, no," I answered shortly so that she wouldn't notice that I'm effing excited.

STR-186 DEF-155 DEX-31 Speed-56 AGI-56 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Fire Art( Unique) Dark Vision(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Unique) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Feral Lunge(Mystic) Hunger For Blood(Unique) Recharge(Mystic)] [Necromera- Mystic rank] Name: Nero Level 33 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/80000

Another thing is that Fertine is in arrears with him because he is the cause of the embarrassment that happened to him today. Everyone got into his car. All of them decided to sit at the back of his car. It’s a big car so three can fit in it. The two even fit in the back, but no one sat in the passenger seat. It’s good because he doesn’t want to be around the nerds in his group. The only normal among them is Freeda. Before he started the engine of the car, he glanced at the side mirror. His eyes narrowed on the girl waving her hands at him.