Angels And Demons Novels & Stories

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

Laurent didn't voice that he was amused by her, he had experienced girls falling over him but not resist his charm like she tried to. That was new. But not for long. Rules were for the Angels who reside up in heaven, he was a fallen from the land of sinners. Who would stop him?

“Zale Lionel Helmer” has turned completely devil after his wife’s death. Soft feelings which he has in his heart for his closed one have gone now. Only a cold and deathly devil is hunting for his Prey every day. His soft nature which he holds deep inside him is death along with his wife. “Tara Helmer” is the same sweet innocent girl who believes everyone. She doesn’t know anything about her past life. She doesn’t know that is an angel for a devil.

The room was abuzz with conversations and laughter, but underneath the veneer of glamor, darkness lurked, ready to pounce. The moment of truth approached, and Jared, Ian, and Scott executed their part of the plan flawlessly. Creating a diversion that captured the attention of security and attendees alike, they drew the focus away from the senator. In the shadows, SAKI and the others capitalized on the distraction, inching closer to their target with utmost caution. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation and trepidation. The Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan was a well-oiled machine, synchronized in their movements, driven by a singular purpose, DEATH.

He realized she was his hope, a ray of light that drowned his misery and gloom and painted a fresh picture of the perfect sunset, making it shine as bright as her personality. Angela felt no less as she stared in Mason's steely eyes, she felt all her anger and frustration washing away. He was just like that. Leaving her defensless under the dangerous weapons of his charm. With just one look of his, she could melt away, like an ice cream in a desert. (Ok. That was weird 😂 ik but this is Angel we're talking about and she's weird) She felt like she would fall down right now by intensity of his eyes. Damn him, he always knew how to charm her. But right now, he was doing that without doing anyth

The silence that followed was heavy; it spoke more than words could say. “Jesus Christ, Romano,” Fabiano exhaled sharply. I heard him as he began moving, then opened and closed a door. “Those things are not like us. They are perverted, satanic, and involved in the most depraved evil known to man. Why the hell do you want to get involved with them?” My jaw locked tight. I hated it how everyone talked about the X Brotherhood like they weren't ordinary men who'd die the minute I put my bullet in their heads. “They’re the ones messing with me.”

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

Adom looked away from the squabbling creature's and back towards the battle. There was a cloud of magic that hung over the fighting masses and he smiled as it continued to swell with every death-Angels death, that is. Thousands of demons had been lost, but they were never truly alive to begin with. Their essences would be cast back into hell and they would be reborn once more with only the need to fight. But the hundreds of dead Angels . . . their souls had been been carefully collected. Lucifer would consume some of them but others would be repurposed into greater demons to serve him.

At first, the angel was hostile towards the demon that simply asked who she was he did not raise his sword or his shield, but the angel did, she tried to fight the demon at first but all he did was block it every time he made sure he did not hurt her because he did not want to. After a couple of hours, the angel grew tired and just gave up "who are you and why are you here!?" She finally said, but the demon only said "I was curious about the angels' side and didn't mean to intrude" after he explained he said he would leave, and the angel felt bad. Before the demon left the angel said that it would be ok if he came here to look but only at the rise of the moon, for that was her guarding hours

a silver-haired angel who had held it long enough suddenly burst out, “How could a saint appear as a demon after all these years? A saint who is a demon? Has the heavens truly abandoned us?!” “You’re one to speak, imagine how grossed out we are that our blood is even remotely near yours!” a redhead succubus screeched. “How can someone so hot turn so… so... atrocious?” With that, a verbal battle ensued among the demons and angels with them cursing out at each other and the heavens for letting such a creature exist. Was it mockery? Were the heavens so willing to mock their existence that it made such an abomination?!