Overpowered Devil Fruits Novels & Stories

It was fortunate that Zayn had yet to detect the presence of a final class powerhouse yet. Otherwise, the probability of him getting the ambrosia fruit would be even lower! However, it was imperative that he obtained the fruit regardless. He would do his best to overcome any difficulty that came his way no matter how hard it was! “There are quite a large number of demons and devils here this time!” Similarly, even the rest could sense the presence of the numerous powerhouses. Joe furrowed his brows.

Alessandro took it, examining the thing with disdain, then moved closer to me again. "Let's see how much you really want to cooperate, Rocco," he said, his voice dripping with contempt as he held the device near my face. He activated it, and the sharp crackle of electric current cut through the silence. He grabbed my chin hard, forcing my mouth open, and pressed the device against my tongue.

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.

Just a simple touch from Jarek gets my libido working overtime. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was some kind of witch—someone with power, someone who could bend me to his will. But then again, isn't that the Devil's domain? Yes… I believe it is. And after all these years, I no longer have any doubt—Jarek Falcon isn't just dangerous. He is the Devil himself.

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 leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

Amidst the surprise attack, Dominic was quick to cage the evil spawn of Satan in a death grip from behind as the latter fell on his knees, while Kai found an innovative method of gripping the rascal’s feet. He pierced his fangs through the screaming, blood coughing devil’s feet and kept them hitched to the ground. The Dark Overlord was truly the definition of ‘immobile’ with all three of us gripping him in our hold hard. “Eww ! His feet taste bad,” Kai mindlinked making me chuckle. “Y- You wi- will …. (coughs blood out) …. n- never f- find (coughs some more of the much needed red, life preserving nectar) p- peace !” he spat out somehow.

“Don’t presume to know me.” Cassandra stopped and looked back at Olivia. “I do know.” She said simply. “Of course, you do,” Olivia said and shook her head in dismay. “I hate that you have the power to just get information, I hate that you know.” “Why?” “Because you see me as weak, as just a woman who went through something terrible.” “Weak is the last thing I’d think,” Cassandra said. “You broke one’s arm. Killed one and put the other in a coma. You’re a warrior.”

The growl evolved and fluctuated in so much rage. He is faster than I imagine and getting closer sooner than I expected. I pull my sword out of thin air. The sword that's been forged by the man who is famously known as the "Devil's hand". Every soldier and warrior dreams of possessing a weapon that is been forged by him. It is said to be indestructible and the only weapon that can kill a supernatural being. You may be wondering how I possessed a such treasure, well, he used to summon me and wished to be the best blacksmith in the world, so I gave the Devil's hand and in return, instead of taking his soul, I ask him to make me the best sword that can kill all types of supernatural being inclu