Angelic Demon Novels & Stories

He replied. "Angel is just the name I have given you!" I said, feeling irritated. "No, Mary. I'm a real angel. The name was just a coincidence." He responded with a smile. I looked at him to see if he's trying to prank me. But then, he looks like he's not lying about it. "Mary, look at those winged creatures from that side! Those are the demons who work for the devil himself!" Angel whispered. I looked in that direction and saw the demons he was talking about. They look like the angels from what other people have described. White clothes, a halo, and a pair of wings. But then I saw them attacking another creature. Their eyes are red as hellfire. They are the demons!

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

But they were better off used than eaten, but anyhow you looked at it, having humans in the hands of a demon could only mean one thing and one thing alone - death was the only thing sure for them. The only human who could walk in here quite freely was Ben, a man servant to Renard, the most powerful Arch Angel who ruled the world as it was, or at least, he ruled his part of the world. Renard was a bad egg, a rotten egg, you could say the baddest egg. He dealt with powerful demons but never had one for a friend, Angels and demons could never be friends because demons were once Angels too who betrayed their master. Renard was shrewd, but wise enough to know that demons were never faithful, reas

Who would leave such a little girl wandering alone in a huge building like this? "What's your daddy's name?" Angela requested. "Lucifer...daddy's name is Lucifer," Alicia said. Angela's eyes widened in shock. Lucifer Camphell?! This little angel is that jerk's daughter?! That means mother must be a saint! "I know where your daddy is, so don't worry," Angela said. The girl smiled instantly. Angela reached her hand for her to hold but Alicia spread out her hands wide hopped up and down like a cute bunny. "Pick me! Pick me!"

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.

If I knew that he's going be the demon that pries on my soul, I wouldn't have met him. His eyes, his dark brown doe eyes which used to depict pure warmth and affection, were now dripping of dominance and cruelty. His doe eyes were no longer innocent, but they're flaring with rage. Against me! He looked like he wanted to see me suffering, the corner of his lips were tugged up forming a satisfying smirk. The man whom I used to adore transformed into a man whom I would like to erase from my life. Seeing him smiling, hearing his voice, sensing his presence gives me shivers.

“A demon?” “Yes, a demon, Lady Ysabelle.” “Why? Isn’t there a way we can do it with the help of the Heavenly Realm? Since this immortality of mine was given by the Heavens, why not ask for their help? I’m sure conjurers have that same ability to summon angels.” Ah, angels. Like the two angels she had met a long, long time ago but suddenly disappeared. The one the brotherhood calls as the Sion messenger, Mikha’el, and the one whom she called her own guardian angel, Aestaroath.

I touched the ground and closed my eyes. **** “Hey! Can we play?!” Angelo greeted the group of young angels that was showcasing their powers at each other. All the kids looked at Angelo and summoned all their weapons. “Demon! You are a demon!” the kids let out angrily and pointed their weapons at Angelo. Angelo stared at the kids in shock, not understanding why they called him a Demon. “Hah?? I’m not a demon!” he denied. “If you’re not a demon, then where are your wings?!” a young boy said.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.