Angel Fighting A Demon Novels & Stories

Demons and angels clashed in a frenzy of sword and spell, their roars and cries of pain a symphony of war. At the eye of the storm, Lucifer and Luna met in a clash of titanic proportions. Their powers collided in a blinding explosion of light and shadow, each strike a test of wills and might. Lucifer's fangs were bared in a feral grin as he parried Luna's attacks, his counterstrikes fueled by the chaos within him. The ground beneath them cracked and split, molten lava spewing forth in geysers of fire and brimstone. Allistair, his Chaos a swirling mass of power, defended his mate with unyielding resolve. His power was a chaotic force, unpredictable and wild, clashing against the disciplined m

She would see them destroyed, not just sent back to the Nether, but vaporized out of existence. Baltabek rolled to his hands and knees, his muscles taut as he fought against her attack. Laci panicked as she watched him force himself to his feet. She continued her assault, doing her best to keep his legs knocked out from under him, but it did no good. Baltabek soon stood to his feet, his arms stretched out at his sides, his hands clenched in fists of anger as he glared at her with his blood-red eyes. The other demons strove to follow his example, their bodies twisting under her onslaught. Soon, they all stood, their anger now focused on her. As one, they shot their arms out in front of them,

I said confidently. "That's all I wanted to hear boy" he said with a bitter smile. He just want me to spit it out myself. He sure know what the devil did to me and knows I've been trying to get his life. "You are not the only one that is unto that demon. He might be powerful but when we join forces, he's no match for us. This time around he bit more than what he can chew" he said with his eyes glowing. I was glad that alpha Callus too was angry. We need rage to face that demon.

The number of demons continued to grow, but the number of angels would never increase. So, angels always avoid fighting with demons. Otherwise, the number of angels will continue to decrease. The weather control angel snarled, grimacing slightly as he felt a part of his body that was very painful. "Damn, I can't lose to that hellhound!" he said. Picked up his sword and stood up. His body began to be surrounded by a greenish light, eyes that stared intently ahead. With gritted teeth. Then from under the ground, something pushed and then out the roots of a very large tree. Growing wild.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

Isabelle Giant demons with their black wings spread valiantly and their weapons shown proudly in their hands as they battled in close combat with their angel counterparts. Black panthers scratched the ground before taking off to challenge the unicorns. The unicorns kicked off neighing and ran forward into battle. The archdemons and archangels traded blows with their weapons and sometimes bloody fists.

I reply as I release my power. My hair turns red and my eyes go ashen. I aim straight for the demon's stomach as my flame eats away at his blackened tendrils. A screech of agony is given from the demon prince as I continue to blast him, my energy drains quickly as I give a worried look at Knight who's fingers have begun shooting purple sparks at the demon. Wrapping around him, and dragging him towards us. The demon doesn't realize it yet, but he has already lost.

It took a few verses before her voice steadied and the words could be clearly enjoyed, but when they did, they seemed to amplify into the night. The combination of Melody’s singing and the Indian’s chanting created a power that was strong enough to finally conquer the demon. The men at the window looked on in wonder as they watched Angel’s body twist and writhe as she fought against the energy that was forcing the demon from it. A loud popping echoed in the night and a dark cloud of smoke purged from her mouth. All the while, Melody continued her singing and the old medicine man continued his chanting. When the demon was finally sent back to hell, all that was left was a pile of bones tha

Not being able to find anything about it made her restless. "Hey! Let go of me!" As soon as passed by a dark alley, someone grabbed Andra from behind. She waited and sensed if this is a supernatural creature, and when she realized that it was only a human, she quickly shifted her feet and flipped the man using the judo throw that Uncle Barry thought her. Using the back of his fist, she knocked the man unconscious.

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.