Angel X Demon Art Novels & Stories

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

There are even some paintings depicting angels fighting demons. "Here we are," Esme nods ahead. "The wings are where we start, and then we move from there." My eyes widen at the view of Azrael sleeping on the floor in his angelic form. He is wearing a hauberk, but it's covered in dried blood, which hints about Azrael recently having been in a fight. His blonde hair is messy, covering his face as he lightly breathes without a care in the world. It is rather funny how puny the women look next to him. The angel is dwarfing everything around him, which makes me wonder why he hasn't taken his human form? Doesn't he trust these people enough to let his guard down?

The aristocratic nose, chiseled jaws, perfectly carved eyebrows, and sensual thin red lips were devoured by the darkness surrounding the room – highlighting the predatory gleam of his eyes. “Such a tiny thing can kill an angel without blinking,” Damon muttered as he stood at the end of the bed. With one move, he was now sitting at the corner of her bed. Her head which was revealed by her enormous wings gave him a peek of her sleeping face. One of his hands withdrew from his aristocratic posture, stretching towards the sleeping form. His hand reached towards her neck but was stopped midway by the cloak of darkness that her body emitted. “Shadow arts, I see. So that is the reason why the holy

The girl exclaimed, visibly petrified. “Damn it!” Angel said as she released a sky full of petals. Since she had received her mother’s Goddess of Nature legacy, her special powers were more in touch with nature. Each and every one of these petals she made was a deadly weapon. Suddenly, a voice shrieked loudly. “Summer! Be careful!” ‘Summer?’ Angel turned her head and was met with a horrific sight. Summer was surrounded by four Iron Demons at the time. They used their swords to set up a sword formation, trapping Summer entirely. These swords were radiating law power too. Hence there really was no way out of that.

Uriel said in his thoughts as he immediately flew to his chamber. He opens the book of light and darkness and flips over to a page where he sees a picture of a blade and he begins to read. “When a demon's blood mixes with an angel's blood it can create what they call the blade of Angels. With this blade the person wielding it can kill off any light supernaturals with just a single slash. None has been able to create such a blade but if the blade falls into the wrong hands it can be very dangerous for all light supernaturals.”

It's an illustration of an angel, wearing a white dress and white wings at her back. And the demon who's hugging her waist, wearing a black outfit and a black wings on his back. She smiled sweetly as she saw the character's name. Devier, is the demon. Santia, is the angel. No one will notice that she used their surnames for the book. De Viergo. Santiago. She used six letters from each surnames, and she's happy that the names are really nice. "Miss Khione, sir Dante is calling you to his office." He looked to the front when he saw the secretary of the owner of the company.

Angela said and shed tears, pretending to be vulnerable in front of the king who concocted her and helped her to become a powerful demon. Satan moved his left leg and kicked the woman in the stomach, making her roll in pain. Blood came out from her mouth and trailed down as she looked up at his master. A demon never shed tears unless their master had banished them. The feelings Angela adored for her master were pristine and had them kept in her wings. “You tortured her. You made her bleed,” the devil growled and grasped the throat the way she had held Bella’s. Satan reached for her left wing with his free hand and tore it from her shoulder. Angela’s wide eyes showed disbelief and pain toward

It was then that Torelli’s red eyes betrayed him, they shone in the distance. Again, Jesse took after him in full blast. He timed his approach and fired his haunches. He flew through the air, aiming for the neck. But it was too strong to rip off. The two stared balefully at the other for a few seconds until Jake approached menacingly and stopped as well beside Jesse, snarling. ‘I shall fight, but not today’ the demon said, forming rapidly back to the priest’s form who fell flat. And then appeared on the horizon abound of black clouds drifting towards the alps. Bats!

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

The battle momentarily ceased as the friends watched, their hearts filled with a flicker of hope. But Mr. Lancaster, consumed by his demonic power, refused to yield. With a furious roar, he lunged at the angelic being, his talons aiming to strike a fatal blow. However, the angel effortlessly sidestepped the attack, its radiance intensifying. "Your reign of darkness ends here, Mr. Lancaster," the angel declared, its voice infused with righteous fury. In one swift motion, it extended a hand, releasing a beam of divine energy that enveloped the demon.