Water Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

I use my hand and wash the dirt from my body and completely submerge myself to get dirt from my hair and the back of my neck, it felt so good being in there that I stayed for a pretty long time, when I finally got out, I dried off with my briefs and pulled my now dried clothes on, my stomach rumbled and glanced around to see if I see any wild fruit trees but spot none, I decide it's time to move on, I run further East and stop once more when I notice some Dragon Trees growing, I look around and made a dash and picked Four of the Dragon fruits, I extend my claw and slice through them one by one and devoured them greedily. I heard a sound and looked up from my fruit * tew tew tew * three dart

Marcus's face darkened, feeling somewhat uneasy. Phyllis looked at Mr. Marcus, hesitated for a moment, and calmly said, "Sapote, also known as the fruit of desire. In other words, it's a love fruit that can stir up desires in people. Do you understand?" "Damn, what kind of weird stuff is this?" Mr. Marcus couldn't help but curse. This was too eerie. No wonder there was a sickeningly sweet smell to it.

“The women aren’t the only jealous ones here Astraia. Now, eat the sacred fruit and become one…” Naremi said before stepping away and finding a seat with the others. I looked down at the fruit, truly amazed by its appearance. The appearance of a watermelon on the outside, and the flesh of a strawberry inside. I took a bite and it was so tender and sweet. It wasn’t very big so I finished it in three bites. Lio finished his in two. We tossed the rinds to the ground and looked into each other’s eyes.

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.

Valeria asks as she sniffs the fruit. “It’s called fragosika, it’s a cousin to the dragon fruit only this is very sweet. Try it,” I encourage as I bite into the tasty fruit. Valeria gives it a tentative lick, and I try not to laugh. She bites into it and then smiles happily, “This is really good!” “Maybe we can take some home with us,” I suggest as we finish our fruit and continue our journey through the long winding streets, “Speaking of home…” “Uh oh, I don’t like that tone.”

"This is-" "Yes. This is that. Azura cascade. It is said that the first dragon's daughter, Azura, was born right here. Her mother died giving birth to the child, and the child cried from hunger. Sabius begged the sun god to create something to give to the baby, and it is said the waterfall appeared in the exact eye color of Azura and the water tastes like the juice of the dragonfruit from that tree on the side, which was also said to be the first ever dragonfruit tree, and it tastes and looks different from the other dragonfruits." "I thought this was all just a lie or something."

Its smell is taking you to a land faraway and free you to heaviness of having no choices to go beyond. Maleya smile as she saw what her brother brought for her. “You're here,” she said, not at all bother if his brother once again trick the Soner guards and maids and left the grand Mansion without notice. “Here!” He smile more. “Glad you like it, sis. Just tell me if you want it again,” he added as if sure she will want it again. “Where do you get this flower, anyway?” She look around, hope to find the flower that she never have hold and smell since it dried out in the Soner's Grand Garden.

“I’ve fought, I’ve stayed, I’ve risked everything for you, for this life—and you call me a stranger?” Lucian’s eyes flickered, a storm of conflict raging behind them. For a fleeting second, the man she loved—the devil she had learned to fear and admire—looked almost human, almost vulnerable. And then the wall went back up, the steel-hard mask of The Devil returning. “You don’t understand. You can’t understand,” he said, turning away, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Aria’s chest tightened. Every fiber of her being screamed for him to look at her, to fight for their bond. But he didn’t. He walked out of the room, leaving only the faint smell of his cologne and the weight of his

“What fruit is it?” “And where can I find it?” I asked without hesitation. Grandma Healer slowly answered. “The Abyssal Void Fruit.” Just hearing its name sent an inexplicable chill through the room. “It grows at the point where the Abyss and the Void intersect.” “It absorbs Void Energy for one thousand years.” “And is refined by the Flames of the Abyss.” “It is born only under those impossible conditions.” A loud gasp escaped one of the Moon Guardians. “That is impossible.” “You are asking her to enter the Abyssal Void?”

“How soft your hands are. Come. Sit right next to me.” I obliged, and allowed him to bring me to the couch he had just risen from. We sat next to each other and I brought my gaze back to the devil. “Would you like some wine? It is the best I have had in a long time. This man right here, he does everything!” Lev heaped praises on the devil. “Everything indeed.” I nodded. “Here, have some. Tell me what you think.” He gave me his glass. I accepted and took a sip from it.