Water Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

she said, “I prefer yellow-skinned dragon fruit.” I kept looking at Claire and studying her carefully. Where can I find dragon fruit with that yellow and smooth texture? Intrigued, Claire said, “Why do you appear to have such a peculiar appearance? Are you not going to find me a dragon fruit?” Claire’s expression furrowed as she spoke. She pouted her lips to show her displeasure. Midway through our chat, Claire voiced her dissatisfaction, her tone laced with pain. She said gently, “You promised to give me everything, my love,” her eyes roving for clarification. “But now, it seems that even the simplest desire, like having dragon fruit, no longer holds any appeal to you.”

PEBBLES' POV Sardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent. With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and dar

As the feast continued, the Orcs began to bring something they called "ale" which was fermented water with special types of seeds and herbs who they added something sweet named death fruit juice. Death Fruit was a grotesque fruit that grew in the dry and black-colored leafless trees near the swamp, they formed every 10 years after enough souls were gathered in such strange trees, and the fruits would take the shape of dry and agonizing human-like faces. The Orcs would collect such fruits and open their hard interior to find a sweet, red-colored interior. It was the only sweet food available in the entire area.

she snaps. I grab her wrist, yank her down into the seat. She gasps, glaring at me with tears in her eyes. “No,” I murmur, bending close, lips brushing her ear. “Dogs get treated better than you.” I straighten, snapping my fingers. Luca brings in food, fresh bread, fruit, meat, coffee. The smell fills the room. Her stomach growls, and she stiffens, embarrassed. I grin. “Eat.” She hesitates. “I said eat, doll. Or I’ll feed you myself.”

I got my answer already. It was there—in the way he looked at me. “I wouldn't call you into my chamber to stare at you, can I? You have been called because I need you to do something. Are you done with my meal or do you need an extra hour to complete the cooking?” The Alpha was on his feet, he walked to the closet and snatched a towel. “I am done with making your meal.” “Good. I'll need you to go pluck some fruits, and don't even think of plucking them from other trees. The ones I want to eat are from my special tree and no other. Oranges and some apples would do.”

The air was rich with the scent of ripe berries, citrus, and something unfamiliar—something sweet and almost floral. My eyes wandered across the spread of fruits, recognizing some from the human world while others were completely foreign. One caught my attention—it was deep purple with a soft glow around it. "What’s this?" I asked, picking it up. Leila smiled. "Moonfruit. It’s rare. Only grows here in Shadowhaven." "Can I try it?" Mira grinned. "Of course! Just don’t eat too much, or you might start glowing too." I blinked. "Wait, what?"

She lifted the bull's body until it was above the petals of the vine she was standing on. "Open your mouth, and we'll chew on this iron bull." Larasati smiled. The vulture opened its mouth wide. Rows of pointed teeth greeted the black bull that was twice the size of her mouth. The vulture widened its mouth until it looked like a python. It devoured the black bull Rakshasa whole and stuffed everything inside. Elsewhere, Dewi Sari Kencana had to guard against the attacks of the white wolf Rakshasa who used the ice element. The white wolves would often run around and surround her by freezing the entire area. A chill gripped Dewi Sari Kencana's chest.

“Isn’t that right, darling?” All the security I felt was thrown out the window as his cold voice washed over me. I opened my mouth to respond, but Viktor beat me to it. “A human Luna.” He clicked his tongue. “Unusual. The pack will definitely talk.” “The pack can talk all they want.” Luca said, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. “My choice is not up for discussion.” The air shifted around us, as if there was an invisible force. Viktor smiled, forcefully, revealing his sharp teeth. “Of course. My apologies. Welcome to the family, Mrs Moretti.”

Xavier’s pov Valentina's nails dug into my shoulders, sharp enough to pull a breath from my chest as I thrust into her hard against the edge of my desk, her legs wrapped tight around my waist. The sun filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across her flushed skin. "Fuck, yes… Xavier," she gasped, her voice a ragged demand that cut through the slap of our bodies colliding. Her dark eyes locked onto mine, challenging, knowing exactly how to push me without breaking.