Vergil Devil May Cry Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

"You have exactly three seconds after the snap to identify the trigger and make the adjustment. Are you going to keep staring at the grass, or are you going to move the line?" Dante looked up from the sheet, his dark eyes completely calm, focused, and unyielding. The heavy, suffocating pressure that had governed his entire career under his father's corporate shadow was entirely gone. He wasn't playing to protect a family trust anymore, and he wasn't running from a trap. He was just a quarterback, standing on a clean field, looking at a defensive scheme he already knew how to decode in his sleep. "I see the trigger," Dante said simply, his voice a low, level rumble that carried across the ent

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

The corner of his lips tugged upwards as he gazed at her shivering form. “I was planning on dragging you but you came in the Devil’s den yourself, Angel.” *****

Asura was very upset when he saw Ketu laughing behind the two demon puppets he summoned. The bald-headed demon immediately chased after Dewi Sari Kencana. He swung his large, spiked mace at her. He swung the mace repeatedly, but Dewi Sari Kencana was able to dodge it easily. After that, Dewi Sari Kencana immediately used her ice lotus sword. "Ice sword technique!" Dewi Sari Kencana moved her body like a dancer. She dodged the Bald Devil's attacks and simultaneously attacked him by slashing his body repeatedly. Every slash of the ice lotus sword that hit the demon's body was frozen to the internal organs.

Her mother and father have always brought her different kinds of strange gifts whenever it was her birthday. She never understood why they would give her such. But, she always appreciated the gifts. However, she has always left with a turbulent spirit afterward. On her 18th birthday, her mother gave her a golden image of the supposed devil. It was so bright and beautiful that it lit up a room, the moment it came into contact with her. She was confused by this incident and she never found the answer as to why the image of the devil was given to her and why it lit up upon coming in contact with her.

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

Hola beautiful people, I hope you enjoyed the story of Adele and Decker. The next book in VENGEANCE SERIES is: BOOK 1: THE DEVIL'S TRAP BOOK 2: SAMSON-MAFIA AND HIS THERAPIST. Here is the blurb of next book: A kiss in the mist of danger changed everything... When mafia darling, Margarita, began interning as a therapist to escape her past, she found herself working with an insomnia patient that would change her future.

* Boom* a very loud like explosion sound was heard from where the devil and Celea fell, the interaction made the whole ground shake and even crack Celea had the upper hand in this fight but the devil isn't gonna give up just like that he then looked in the direction of Azar and Celea let her guard down to make sure Azar is still alive, he was indeed safe, she fell into the devils trap of making her lower her guard he then stood up very fast and stubbed her with his sword