Angels Versus Demons Novels & Stories

He only smiled. “Aren’t you too?” Gabriel punched him with a right hook. “You Angels know nothing about what goes on in this earthly realm do you? You all are too busy to see that we have already won the war and we don’t need dead souls to win it either.” Anger took over Gabriel as he turned his wings, slicing the demon’s throat with its sharp edge. The demon gurgled and dark blood flowed from its mouth and through the cut. The oily substance disappeared underground as the man the host possessed was laid out unconscious. Officers rushed in once the dark matter was clear, but Gabriel’s face seemed too dissatisfied to let the demon’s action slide. First this powerful woman and now demons who w

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

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

It was not that the God of Darkness had done something wrong or was evil, but it was just that there had to be someone who would keep a leash on the demons that were so evil and ruthless. The Goddess of light could remember how scared she had been though. The God of darkness was scary and ruthless, he had to be in order to tame those beasts that wanted nothing more than blood. The demons had once been angels which were in the God of Soul’s charge. They were supposed to be the purest beings with nothing but love, singing with their voices having the heavens shake. But, with the God’s first creation, something had went wrong and they turned to the worst possible creatures to ever exist. The an

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

Olivia thought resting her head on Ethan's shoulder "What is going on exactly? Who is this Martin guy? If he is that rich and powerful, how come I never heard of him?" Andrews thought grinding his teeth as he focused his gaze on the road with a frown. "God, thank you for bringing Olivia back safely but I have one problem though. I only asked you to keep Olivia safe and help us find her. I don't recall asking you to bring my demon from the past," Mr Carter thought. "So I have one question for you God; Why did you bring back the demon? You didn't even ask my opinion. What was that?" Mr Carter thought annoyed.

Their faces were set with a resolute intensity, their jaws clenched in anticipation. With a flick of their wrists, the Archangels revealed their true angelic faces. A blinding light enveloped the battlefield, illuminating the dark landscape like a supernova. The demons were reduced to ash in mere seconds, their weapons and armor crumbling to dust as they disintegrated into nothingness.

A silence would form, with only rain to fill the void, but my reins were not under control. — Your house has almost no windows... Are you a vampire? — I whispered. — I don't think so, Angel. He looked at me lying on the bed, covered by his sheets and dressed in his clothes. He didn't seem to mind. — I like it when you call me Angel... In his voice it seems to sound more...—I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and losing myself in my reasoning. — I don't know...

With this devil who knew every weakness she had. “You are soaking,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want.” “You.” “Not yet.” He stood. She dropped to her knees, watching as he stripped. Shirt. Pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. He stroked himself slowly while she stared, hunger twisting deep. “You are too perfect for your own good,” he said. “I missed you, kitten.” “You are going to ruin me again.” “Without question.” He stepped closer. “But you keep your share of Dirty Angels if you obey me. They will not touch one hair on your pretty hair while I am involved, I can protect you.”

I wasn’t going to do anything until he apologised, for his insane behaviour. I sat there humming, as though I couldn’t even see or hear him, but I could feel his presence, eyes burning into my blazer trying to set me alight, send me to hell probably where he came from. He was devious enough I could tell, and I’d read somewhere that Biblically accurate angels were actually terrifying and it was the demons that stole the human essence that was breathtakingly beautiful just to lead you to your demise. Not that Mr Emerson was breathtakingly beautiful.