Angel Demon Painting Novels & Stories

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

I said deliberately, "It isn't your fault. Allison's death isn't your fault, your father's death isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, sometimes we just have to accept things no matter how ugly they are." The agony I saw in his eyes made my heart break but I didn't stop speaking, "That's just how life is; one minute you have everything you could possibly want and the next you're being dragged down into this never ending pit of darkness. But you see, the dark isn't all that bad, once you accept it, once you stop panicking, you realize that the darkness is actually a part of you and you can't really fear something that is a part of you. You know, I've always s

I was the one to draw the circle, channel my power, and summon the demon. The piece of chalk in my hand glowed blue. Ordinary chalk, used by students everywhere, yet I put so much of my power inside it that the pentagram flashed with fire as soon as I started to draw it. I'm not sure how to put it; my necromancer's gift, my magic power, and my half-demon nature poured out of my fingers, soaking the chalk, sliding across the lines, which were coming to life right before our very eyes.

In the middle of the night, a fiery chariot came to a stop in the firmament, on the chariot stood a Celestia beauty, his long white hair was adorned with a majestic golden crown carved into the shape of of the sun, the white dress he wore danced to the tune of the night wind, it shone in the dark night as his body radiates the sun. Zeus cast his glowing eyes on his three sons whose appearance screams the aftermath of war, muscular bodies scathe with bad slashes , batters and bruises of all shapes, the eyes of this three young men were the color of blood tinted with stubbornness and anger will a strong hatred carefully sandwiched between them. Their surroundings were marred by the aftermath o

As Axel was resolved to having what he wanted. A family with the only person he loved all his life. And to his next if so God forbids. *** Urie was admiring all of the paintings at the gallery that Axxel's company owns. When he came across a very odd piece. It was the biggest of all the paintings hanged in there. An image of an angel and a demon. Who seemed to be stretching their hands towards each other. The angel had a very beautiful and gleaming aura. Its wings spread upwards. Like it just descended from heaven.

Everything that I have seen so far in Lucern’s castle has been handcrafted to perfection with the most vivid details etched into the wood. As for the coffee table placed in the center of the large room, a scene that could be straigh from the bible was depicted on it. A beautiful picture of Angels and Demons fighting with a mix of Lycan, Humans and Witches mixed together in between them. The group in the middle was not only fighting the Demons that were coming from down below, but also the Angels that were raining down lightning on the group.

VENITA: The pain I experienced was beyond words. I felt violated and manipulated. Now, I understand the saying, 'The demon you know is better than the angel you don't know.' Landon, the angel in my life, turned out to be a stranger. Standing before me, his form half-transformed, he resembled a wild beast thirsting for blood.

The type for a special meeting, and not for a special kill. I sat on a long bench facing a huge painting on the wall. A tray of cinnamon tea was set beside me. I distracted myself from the woman that would soon be present in this room in a minute by staring into the huge painting on the wall—an oil on canvas piece of art. It illustrated dark romanticism. Blood moonlight and a roaring fire ignite the mouth of a cave. A narrow, rocky bridge stretches across a gorge, illustrating a perilous crossing while light pours from a fiery cave opening on the right. In the background, a soft glow of crimson moonlight contrasts with the fiery light, enhancing the dark apocalyptic atmosphere. On that narro

The night that was slowly turning into a nightmare for me, my mother had said I had been talking in my sleep again last night. And Amanda was very wrong, the conversation most definitely didn't take five minutes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The first thing my eyes went to when I got to work later that afternoon was a painting that hung beside the ancient wall clock behind the counter. It was a queer painting if I had ever seen any as it, it contained a man that apparently was supposed to be the devil with his charcoal black skin, pointy, black head horns and long spiky tail. The eyes were painted a bloody shade of red that were enough to give nightmares, as if I needed more of t

Calisto had called him while he was poisoned, but. My eyes fell on a painting, one that was hidden in Callisto’s closet. It was an angel, an angel with blue eyes and golden hair. She smiled. She smiled in all the paintings she had seen in all those lives. Your smile was... how could I describe it? It was a charming, true smile. It made my heart ache. "He looks like you," the demon said and I shot him mentally. "Repeat." I threatened, but he just laughed low. "Sorry, I just... thought so."