Real Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

Without staying here for one more second, she left us alone. I glanced at Delilah, who looked devastated at my threat. Her blonde hair was disheveled, I just noticed them while her face was deprived of any makeup. Still, there wasn't a single flaw on it. Well, after spending grands at the plastic surgeons, you are guaranteed to have such a face. Delilah is indeed pretty if you don't think about the fact that she got that face with money. I pitied her for living such a fake life. Life is not easy for anyone.

Her other hand was holding the one she had stolen from Ravyn up to the moonlight to admire its beauty, not realizing it was a carambola, whose size and touch are difficult to distinguish in the dark from the 3D emblem. "Eh?" Miho's frustration at being outwitted by Ravyn grew as she witnessed what she saw. "Damn, how great!" Miho threw that star fruit onto a nearby rocky hill to vent. *splat* But where the fruit hit was not a rocky hill. Instead, it was unintentionally awakening a sleeping being. It was furious and stood up without hesitation. *ROAR!!*

Master Damien was there looking at him. "Great. Now I lost my privacy too", he said. "Joe. I heard you didn't do too badly today". "Heard? You didn't even talk to each other". "Telepathy. She said she sensed you were holding back". "Really? A female?", he asked. "Did you think this would be an anime? You get blessed by some devil fruit or ramen?" "I don't know what you're talking about, but i wish" He clicked his fingers and a book bigger than bother of them appeared from nowhere. "This is the special devil fruit", Master Damien joked.

him that Delilah, not me, slaughtered our family. I spat, angry that she could have ruined his mind so severely in order to use him as a weapon. “How could you do that to him? You are even worse than the devil.” This was really devilish. “I wouldn’t say that because I’ve met the devil and he is far worse than you think and closer too.” She laughed. What did she mean by “closer”? She couldn’t mean that the actual devil was nearby, could she? She walked slowly to the bed, her dark red robe falling behind her, saying, “Besides, I came to discuss much more important issues with you, my little niece, so listen.” She didn’t appear to have changed since I last seen her. She must have found the sec

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

”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.

I blushed, ducking my head. I felt another pair of eyes on me. They belonged to the hulking man seated beside Alpha Enzo. I had never seen him before. I shivered as his cold, calculating eyes bore into me. I broke the eye contact, feeling shivers all over my body. If my guess was right, then that was definitely the Devil Alpha.

Little Apple, who had always been proud of his powerful Qi and blood, was now a little numb. "You are very strong. If I devour you, I will become stronger." A devil face appeared in front of Little Apple. "Don't even think about it." Little Apple roared. For little Apple, who was already in Supreme Realm, the Earth Character Secret Skill didn't helped him a lot, but it could still make him stronger. The Eight Gates Divination were opened at the same time, and with the help of the Fire Character Secret Skill, Little Apple directly broke free from the devil.