Angel Dust Demon Form Novels & Stories

Angel whispered. “B-below the neckline. Where my shirt hides it.” The bastard grinned. Feral. He felt it stretch against his skin. Then—bite. Right below his collarbone. “Ahhh—are you a fucking dog?!” Angel yelped. “So this spot's okay?” the silver-eyed demon teased, voice all velvet and venom. “Y-yes,” he whispered while squirming. “P-please…” he begged again, “...just… be gentle.” The psycho laughed—low and sexy.

Somehow, I’ve made it through the marsh to the clearing where the decayed cemetery once stood. Amos is waiting for me there. Its form wavers in the rain, like a projection on a disrupted screen. It looks less human than I remember. The general form is there, but the angles and proportions are all wrong. For some reason, it makes me think of an anglerfish, drawing me in with the promise of a light in the dark. “Rough night?” the demon asks in a voice that’s merely an extension of the howling wind. It grins, revealing thin gleaming teeth that flash in the lightning like slivers of bone.

The demon smiled charmingly at the blonde, she did not want to admit that she did not mind being protected by such a beautiful being. His skin was as white as the marble in the temples of the Moon, it seemed to be as cold as they were too. The lips were full and rosy, in addition to the long black lashes over the small, almond-shaped eyes of the demon. He was also tall, frighteningly tall. If Artemisia tried to deduce high, she'd probably say the demon was at least two meters tall.

Alex giggled again, “I’m half demon so I can take human form. My demonic form is somewhere in the middle of human and demon.” “Can I see it?” “LISSA!” Bellamy gasped, utterly mortified at his sister’s brazenness. “It’s fine, it’s fine! If she’s going to be staying with me, she should get used to it. It can get kinda uncomfortable staying in human form for long periods of time.” Bellamy raised his head to look at Alex as she closed her eyes and waved a hand over her face. He couldn’t help but gasp as horns sprouted and spiralled from her forehead. Her ears elongated into points and dark red wings appeared behind her. They weren’t like Penny’s wings, they were more reptilian, with leathery ski

"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.

I turned to Aphrodite, and she nodded her head before she followed Ashley into one of the rooms, which is where she will be staying in the castle. I got up and walked up the red-velvet carpet-covered stairs. With each step, my appearance changed by itself. I'm no longer wearing a human look, instead I'm wearing a demon look like the one in Inferno. Actually the appearance of my demon is not as terrible as a monster. Because my appearance is more human-like, it's just that I have long black hair, I also have golden eyes and pale white skin. The universe says that I am very handsome. In this form, I am the only one who can beat Antares in terms of looks and charm.

If I had any doubts about their loyalty I don't anymore as I watch Dion kill the hound who was his second in command. Asmodeus stands back to watch. He's not going to get out of here unscathed. In fact, he's not going to get out of here at all. I make myself tiny and fly over to him. Look at the big bad demon hiding behind his dogs. How about we make him a dog? I blow some of my dust on him. He changes into an ugly brown dog that looks like a mix between a pitbull and a chihuahua. I make myself normal size and stand in front of him.

They are all black with white tips. Alex says that’s how they know that my mother, whoever she was, was an Angel. My demon side is shown through the color change in my eyes. Angels have white/silver eyes, and Demons have neon green eyes and fangs. My eyes are neon green, and I have fangs. Angels don’t develop tattoos as wings. They have wings from the moment they are born. Demons develop tattoos that turn into wings. However, their wings are leathery and clawed; instead of feathered. That’s how they know that I’m a hybrid.

He seemed pissed. "I wonder what a demon lord is doing here away from his realm." Gwen spoke without fear. "What the fuck is she doing? Demon, seriously Mr. Nathan!" Samantha hissed while Nathan looked guilty. "Who are you and how do you know who I am?" The Demon spoke coming in sight. It was in its partial demon form, in its human body but with black burnt flesh, blood red eyes, long and shap bull horns with dangerously razor sharp teeth and his black bat like wings.

I glance out of it, staring at the moon that now holds a red hue, one that no human eye can really see. It’s radiant, its energy simmering through me, and beside me, I can feel Azura’s aura rising. “I'm so damn uneasy,” I mutter, my eyes flashing as I feel on edge. A faint hiss reaches my ears and my eyes flash. “There’s something out there. I can hear it,” I whisper. Delsanra glances at me, whispering a spell as she instantly raises a barrier around us. Her eyes are red, and she looks fine as fuck, which is a clear indication that she’s shifted to her demon form.