Angel With Devil Eyes Novels & Stories

"Hello, Sariel." with a small nod, she acknowledged me. Tall and lean and perfectly sun-kissed regal elegance graced this angel. One of the deadliest of angels ever created a real predator. Dark straight hair is worn in a high ponytail. Peridot eyes that sparkled even at night, lined with long dark lashes, her perfect high cheekbones. A straight nose and rounded lips colored deep red. Her beauty drew you in, and like a black widow, she'll end while showing you love. Peridot wings dripped in emerald angel dust. One word described her, and she couldn't hide it or deny it. Lethal.

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 pointed his sword at her, "After I defeat you here and now, I'll match into heaven and slaughter every last of your kind," "I see," He slanted her gaze, "You made a deal with the devil, foolish human," She clicked her tongue in distaste, "Tell me what was the cost for this power?" "Not nearly what your kind has cost me, Ciara," He shifted into a majestic black Lycan and charged at the angel who muttered enchanted words that split the ground in half and sprung out gigantic vines that restrained Augustine who easily tore through the vines like sticks. Augustine's men like a tempest of growling beasts launched themselves at the Angel who grinned widely at their attacks.

Emilio: Can you at least tell me how long you're going to be at Deena's? I stared at the screen. Then locked it. No....fuck him. Why should I answer him? He never answered me. I placed my phone down. Buzz. I frowned before picking it back up. One more message. Angel. Angel: Every time I close my eyes I see your face. My lips curled as another message appears. Angel: I need to see you again...soon. That warmth returned to my chest. Me: Tomorrow night. Three dots. Then... Angel: 😊

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.

She also noticed how sad his eyes were. "Why do you have lonely eyes? You are supposed to be evil," she finally spoke to him. Even though she wants to punch this evil shit head, she will wait. "You are my enemy." He inhaled sharply before answering. "I can't answer why. I have this since the first time I opened my eyes. And yes, I'm your enemy. I am evil." "Why is that so easy for you to say? Angels are not supposed to be bad. Unless you are a fallen angel and you are delivering us to hell."

My core begins to ache as he drags the kiss down, teasingly close to my center, but then he rests his chin on my belly and looks up at me, his eyes dark with what I can describe as cruel intent. “You haven’t been good, Angel.” My lips part, and a choked whimper escapes my throat as his hands yank my thighs apart. I’m fully exposed to him now, my inner thighs wet and glistening. His fingers graze over my sensitive skin, trailing through the glimmers of arousal illuminated by the amber light fanning over our bodies. He trails a finger through my slit, chuckling darkly. “You’re so beautiful, Angel.” He kisses the juncture of my thighs.

Cara puella", he whispers and rubs his gnarled and chalky hands and slither towards her, only stopping when he is close enough that she can smell the rotten stench from his body. Charot's appearance can scare anyone. He is a master demon with cat like eyes, that glow in a peculiar light blue color, reminding her of a dying star. His ears are pointed, and claws like a cat ready to fight. His nose is two black angular holes deeply set into his pale face. His whole demeanor sends out a signal that this is a creature not to be taken lightly. His wings hang motionless along his bony body, and when he speaks you can glimpse white fangs.

The devil has a way, his eyes had nothing but I knew behind those pools of nothingness were thousands of emotions he masks. "And you," his attention directed to the asshole who ordered to undress me. He was shivering under his lethal gaze, I stood next to him. "I'll take the lead," For the first time I felt like I'm not alone in this I have an ally. Our eyes locked and I saw something in those blue pools but it passed like a shadow before I could see it.

Understood all the demons in my head that wanted to come out and play. He took care of me. Loved me. And I loved him. "Lucian" I moaned "Look at me baby" he growled, his hand gripping my neck as I looked at him, my eyes glassy as he fucked me incessantly. Vote and Comment .