Angel Devil Eyes Novels & Stories

I saw Kenneth’s wings flair and spread wide, the purple becoming absorbed by the inky night. A beam of light shot from the nest, straight up into the night. We watched, awestruck, as the angel unfurled his pure white wings. They shot from his body in a motion so fast I almost didn’t see it, snapping open as his bright blue eyes scanned the ground. His eyes practically glowed, a bright sapphire set in his angular face. His features smooth as porcelain, long black hair dancing in the wind behind him, with a silver streak right toward the front. He was beautiful, truly beautiful, and I knew exactly who he was. Only one angel had eyes like that, Shamshiel. A shiver went through me as I recalled

She wore a dress of midnight blue, slashed through with lines of starlight, and her eyes were twin emeralds, cold as the void and twice as sharp. I didn’t need to guess. I knew who she was … Angelica. Her eyes flicked to my belly, and she smiled. Not the fake, social kind, but a real, teeth-bared, delightfully evil smile. She looked at the labor twisting my body and purred, “Oh, this is perfect. I won’t have to cut you open after all.” Angelica prowled closer, hips rolling, the predatory grace of a big cat stalking a half-dead rabbit.

"You fool!! "Bluey screamed as he torn her clothes apart She tried to cover up with her arms but who was she kidding Of course her hands were handcuff and her legs were widely spread apart Angelo had an evil smirk as he eyes fuck her. She was looking ravishing to Angelo. He licked his lower lip as he moves his gaze round her body His facial expression suddenly changed as his eyes landed on her stomach He gasped and suddenly stood away from her "The.... the eyes" He stuttered pointing at it. He rubbed his eyes slowly....maybe it was all his imagination

I looked over at Dominic wondering when he got back. "Any takers?" I offered the men around me. Everyone stepped back immediately shaking their heads. "Pussies" I scoffed rolling my eyes at their expressions. "I'd rather be a pussy than face that animal" Dominic smirked glancing at me. I once again rolled my eyes. Walking over to angel I rested my hand against his tense back rippling with muscle. He simply shrugged me off and punched Cole again and again. "Angel" I called out to him. He ignored me. His face a dark shade of red with rage, his eyes were pure white with black pupils. I didn't comment on them, I didn't want to draw attention to him. I'd never heard of a lycan having eyes that co

“We were attacked and somehow you got separated from us. You were attacked by one of the Shtrigas and passed out, right when I found you. It will take some time for you to feel 100% again, so you will have to take it easy and rest.” I nodded my head and looked down at my folded hands. “What are Shtrigas?” “In layman terms, a soul eater. They feed on people's souls and if you are ever lucky to get away from one it takes a bit to recover.” “Are we in Daemonium?” I ask with some hesitancy and he nods. I look out through the balcony doors and see an orangish purplish sky behind some mountains. “How long have I been out for?”

he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing. Her fingers slid over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle as she closed the last inch between them, lips brushing his. “If I can’t kill the devil…” she murmured, voice trembling with fire, “then when I take my revenge… you’ll wish for anything but death.” Her eyes locked on his in a promise. “I will make you taste tears of blood, dear devil.”

Drinking it down, I look up to see a lonely angel sitting by herself, making faces at her drink. Gods, she is beautiful. Her golden tan skin is shining brightly, even in the dim lights of the bar, and I can see she has an incredible figure, even though most of it is hidden by the counter. I imagine where my hands might fit along its curves, full and ripe, with just the right amount of softness supported by beautifully defined muscles. My fingers ache to comb through her tousled hair which is a rich shade of midnight black cascading across her shoulders and down her back in elegant waves. But her most stunning feature is her eyes. Bright gray with just the smallest bit of blue. The eyes of an

A howl of wind gushes through the drapes of the night forming a new skin of cold around me and I shudder - not at the cold, but at the pair of dark eyes that stare at me through the fire reflecting them. Azrael seems all innocent, timid, and soft from the way he carries himself, or whimpers around me. Yet there is something in his eyes that speaks the devil in him. Like the tales of hatred or revenge that peek through the corner of his lashes, oozing an aura of danger.

Jayden growled. “I will find her before you will, she will be mine!” he growled and disappeared before Gage could grab him. “So, what happened to her, where is she?” Gage asked. “She has been sent back to the past, she will not remember anything that has happened, she doesn’t know who we are. Her powers are bound until the wars break out again." Jayden said. “Gray Eyes has been rebound.” He said before disappearing into the darkness with the other vampires, until another war breaks out every supernatural realm would live in peace, Gray Eyes would remain asleep until she is needed again, wars always happen, how long would it last this time?

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