Angel Demon Painting Novels & Stories

Beads of perspiration formed above his upper lip and on his forehead, tears were falling from his eyes and he was sniffling. She smiled as she studied the expression on his face. It was one of the things she liked to do, watching the expressions on people's faces when she tortured them was ecstasy for her. She enjoyed the way different expressions showed on people's faces when she tortured them, the fear, anger, pain, frustration, despair and desperation excited her. At first, she had studied their expressions and the meanings behind them, but she now enjoyed watching the expressions morph into one another, she enjoyed the chaos of emotions plastered on their faces. She took out the knife in

Between the 4th and 5th dimensions (Just Beyond Time) Veronica stared menacingly at the absurd painting in front of her. It had been days since he agreed to help the angels with their little problem, and she got nothing from it. Not Geronimo's whereabouts. Not a room full of clueless men who would offer up their bodies to her with no resistance. Nothing but boredom, a shoddy cottage in the middle of nowhere, and the hideous painting in front of her. She scratched it with all her might, the fragile medium disintegrating between her fingernails.

There is nothing else I could need, but as for Ophelia, I do not know what to do with her yet. Our relationship or bond is definitely broken, and it will take time to fix it, but I will give her a chance. I was still painting when the door barge opened. I thought it was Asher, but it wasn’t. It was a group of demons, and they were marching towards me. It all happened so fast; one moment I was sitting on my swing with a small sketch pad on my lap, and the next I was in the arms of a bulky, scary-looking demon.

They were wet with her saliva. He smiled at his artwork. He looked at her face, her lips parted, and her face was wet due to the forced pleasure. She looked so beautiful, like an angel ready to be tainted by the bloodiest demon there is, but who is bloodier than Azazel? No one. He kissed her closed lids, “So innocent,” he mumbled.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

This was a question that would lead him to peaking out the training room door, hoping for his first glimpse of the demon king. The castle was quiet despite the multitude of visitors and guards purched at the ready. The Demon king lived up to his name, with blood red hair and piercing black eyes, he in no way looked friendly. To other Demons he was a casanova, taking more than a few lovers, but refusing to marry. He stood tall and fierce as he stared the Angel king dead in the eyes. "Well well. What do you plan on bargaining with this time? You have nothing to offer and you time is running thin." He smirked, his voice sultry and deep. The angel king stared daggers at the other, showing no fal

Well after all, this is his world so it'd be natural if she can feel it. As she steps further into her piece, she saw a boy whose hair is long, his body so skinny, his face almost looking like that of the corpse bride. It looks like the boy is on his way to dying, just in this dim vintage looking place, his ice blue eyes dull. Why is she seeing things like this? Is the Angel of Death disrupting her peace? When Amorivia opened her eyes, her breathing heaved. She puts a hand over her heart, feeling it beating inside of her.

It seems that the Demons are only taunting and provoking Cane and Dagon that are readying themselves to strike at the go-ahead from Azron and me. So not worrying for the novelties of even engaging in a senseless conversation, I raise my voice just a fraction louder, "Take them out." And in less than the count of three, all chaos breaks loose. One… Two… Three. With the swing of an Angel blade from the wrist of each man and woman, it hits with perfect precision in the center of a Demon's chest, bringing him crashing to the floor in a grey haze of dust. But they are pushing us with each step closer to the center where we had come from only moments ago. Step by step, backward without tripping, w

Near that painting, a canvas and board was placed. "This crab is waste. Even after this long years, I haven't found you, where are you, mister?" ZouMi muttered to herself. This painting, was none other than, the one four years back, 'Ao Mi' famous painting, 'MindMe'. ZouMi, has been trying to paint the same painting, but wasn't satisfied with the result every time. She replaced the board with a new white sheet, picked the brush and emerged herself in the painting.