Angel X Demon Art Novels & Stories

Ends “Hey my beautiful Angel, I know you have joined college, it’s your dream to become a designer and I know you’ll achieve it, I’ll be waiting to wear your handmade design for me, remember this you’ll be my personal designer, may all your wish come true and I know my Angel is a warrior, who doesn’t back out from anything. Here is my wish for you Angel, Keep smiling, your smile lit up my small world. Hugs and good luck wishes” - Your Admirer

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

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 twisted the doorknob and walked in, the room was vivid because of the moonlight, and as she walked in, memories rush through her like a breached dam. It was her favourite places in the villa, her art room. Beautiful paintings were neatly hung on the wall. The smell of acrylics and oil paints were some of the smells she would never get tired of. She walked closer and found the painting of a fallen angel, it was a birthday gift she had sent her grandfather during her first year in America. In the painting, the angel was crying tears of blood as her wings were clipped off by a demon. The demon had fallen for her and so he cut off wings so she couldn't go back to heaven and would stay in hel

I smirk at seeing her picture on my phone. She looks gorgeous in this type of dress. I got this picture of her from one of my informers. She is some marriage function. Wherever she is, my shadow will follow her. She is this devil’s angel. How can I leave her just like that? It’s her mistake to come in front of me. Now that I have seen her, I will surely claim what is mine. This is devil trap my angel. You can’t escape this. You have no idea what you’re doing to me. Soon Angel.

So it's not harm to say that their descendants might be some royalty or nobility. Lucifer touches all the four corners of paintings and in the end he taps the centre of painting three times with his index finger. Slowly the painting started moving backwards, it felt like the painting of a solid box of mechanism which slid backwards and then separated from the middle to open the doorway inside the passage. It was so smoothly done in few seconds that Eva couldn't flutter her eyelashes and kept staring at the process. She has never seen such advanced technology. Suddenly Eva's eyes matched with Lucifer and he gave her an annoyed look.

Raven went on with the ritual. A dagger was pointed below Angelica's neck. The mercy that was once in Raven's eyes has ran away from him. Raven was now in his completely demon form. His inky hair grew more longer as it poured down messily over his face, spreading above his shoulders. His eyes became red and his nails lengthened. The dagger was used to slit Angelica's throat. The flaming eyes of Lucifer was shot closed as he prevented himself from seeing the scene. Blood profusely came out from the slitted part. The blood made it's way into the bowl mixed with the incense. The blood sent into the incense made every dead creature and paintings on the wall begin to move. All sarcophagus were op

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

His bat-like wings stood proud and wide behind him, while his normally smooth skin was scaly. “Fuck me,” I cursed, backing away to the stairs. This was my first time seeing a demon, and the other times I’d come in contact with demons, darkness masked them, so I didn’t get to see their true form. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting when I’d envisioned demons in my head, but the look in Nathaniel’s eyes was far from welcoming. He looked terrifying, like he was a second away from tearing my head off. I wasn’t about to stick around to see if he’d do exactly that, seeing as I did not know how demons worked.

The hiccup unwantedly left my mouth, "I'd really thought we had a special connection, I thought our bond is special like those couples in the books." "We of course have a special connection, Angel. You are my mate," He spoke caressing my cheek, "But our relationship is something different than humans because I am not a....human." So wasn't I.... "What are you then?" I found myself asking. "A Lycan," He sighed out. Lycan......