Angel Devil Novels & Stories

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

the truth was that I couldn't read into his actions. . He was more like the devil in disguise, wearing an elegant suit, while Sinclair is the handsome, devious demon you know is evil, but cannot stop falling for. They were all dangerous for me not to forget the literal demon who was named Angel Talking about Angel, a soft purr rang from the door. Angel sat at the doorway staring at us. Alaric glanced over with a tired expression while I was too scared to even face her. "You should not be here." He said. She meowed pitifully and then strode towards Alaric with sparkling eyes. Her gaze fell on me, she hissed sharply before ignoring my existence, which in this situation was a good thing...

I walked over and shut the door but when I turned Antonia stood there with tears welling in her eyes, “he’s going to be so hurt by all this, he loves her already and she’s his mate, why, why did she do it again, she was good, wasn’t she.” My heart broke as a tear fell from her beautiful big brown eyes, my arms wrapped around her, keeping my voice calm, “I can help her again, but only when she really wants it, it will take time now for that to happen.” She looked up at me, “she said he, who is he?” I bit my bottom lip, “Abaddon, he’s a fallen angel, he’s the exact opposite of me, he’s destruction and chaos, he feeds on their torment, fears, leads them to destroying themselves so their souls w

"We. Are. Doomed. The devil has come for us." Angelica had heard him name the devil a few times now. "Father, the devil has always been here." She told him. He leaned back, shaking his head, "but have you ever seen him?" He asked. Angelica looked into his fearful eyes. "I have," he whispered. "I saw him. He is...frightening, but he doesn't scare me. No, no." He shook his head and moved his forefinger side to side. "I will eliminate him. I won't let evil rule us."

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Crystalbella was wearing a short black leather jacket today, paired with black body shaping leather pants. Her self-confidence was not merely for show because she had a great figure with a S-curve that protruded forward and backward, and her hips were wider than those of other girls, which made her hips particularly prominent. The short leather jacket rose up as she walked, revealing her slim waist that was as small as the palm of a hand. This kind of figure can be called the devil’s figure, as it especially can make men have evil reverie. Leonardo DiCaprio saw that the whole command center’s eyes had fallen on her, to his amusement. Indeed, there may be many female agents around, but one so

The once pure becomes black as anger and vengeance surface. Placing the ingredients in their rightful places as the pentagram is made with ice and perfection. The once-promising and talented, marking its stance and standing as an aristocrat is nowhere to be found, as a tainted angel who turns into a devil with the ability of the God’s Capricorn is seeking revenge from the world and the other side where it can only find its death satisfaction. “Kill or be killed, I’ll surely be the one to kill and gain the body count I always seeking to be.”

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.