Water Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

“You talk a lot.” “You’re so mean.” I pouted before a genius idea popped into my mind. “You know what? We should be best friends because you’re marrying my best friend. We should all be best friends together!” I couldn't contain my excitement and hugged him tightly with a big smile on my face. “Althaia.” The familiar voice of the Devil spoke, making me turn around to look at him. “Oh, look who came over, Tank Man. It’s il Diavolo.” I giggled.

The red tree, as high as a human being, grew on the wall of the cave, and was very attractive. The small tree had no leaves, and only had seven branches, five of which bore a red fruit with attractive color respectively. Chu Xun's eyes were full of happiness. He was right. They were Flame Fruit. The Flame Fruit was a kind of low-grade fruit, close to the intermediate level. It was made of the essence of spiritual energy, and of great use for cultivators of low cultivation. It was what Chu Xun needed now.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

"We haven't introduced ourselves yet—I'm Francia Dunn." "I'm Afael," he replied, giving her a flirtatious smile. Damn. "And they are my brothers, Basael and Kanael." "She's flirting with them," grumbled Alessa, irritated. "Kanael is mine." Karina rolled her eyes. I diverted my gaze, not wanting to look... upset watching the scene. Watching how Afael was flirting with Francia. "Would you like something else?" I said, getting up. My milkshake had already finished. They shook their heads, paying too much attention to what Francia, the country-named girl, had to say. I walked towards the counter, feeling eyes on me.

was all I could say. "Yes! They're a sight worth seeing. There's also Jabuticaba, which grows directly on the trunk of its tree, looking like black grapes hugging the bark. Very mystical-looking. And then.... there's Black Sapote (Chocolate Pudding Fruit). It's green on the outside, but the flesh is dark and sweet like pudding. Honestly, the list is endless. Oh, and there's also Cloudberry. It's golden and soft, almost like tiny glowing suns. Sigh, I wish I could have snapped some or something."

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

It was like an answer. I crouched down, gazing at the fruit, my breath quickening. This wasn’t just any wild fruit. I knew it. My mother had shown it to me once in a dream, years ago. She had told me its name, the power it held. A fruit so rare that only the most ancient of trees produced it. It was called the Lunaris Blossom, a fruit that could heal the most grievous of wounds, temper the body, and even restore the life force of a wolf, should it be on the brink of death.

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

muttered King Alexander short and briefly. Sugar Aquarius opened his palms. There came out watermelon, pineapple, durian, melon as well as jackfruit from his palms. He threw one by one of those five fruits towards one of the two remaining gigantic balls of red orpiment. Five fruits gathered inside a gigantic ball of red orpiment. Explosion subsequently happened. Quite lots and lots of red orpiment was seen showering the soldiers, knights as well as fighters from West Medicine Land below there. “It leaves one then... Let me give this chance to you, Big Boss Virando...” Sugar Aquarius tried to boost his Big Boss Virando.