Demon Angel Hybrid Novels & Stories

The guard at her back was standing ready now though no movement had been made yet by either side. “Try anything with any of the demons, or my father, and you will sorely regret it.” She said low and softly. However,, every creature there saw her and knew she meant every word of it. “I am not an angel fully, I do not know your laws, but I would assume because I am a hybrid I would not have to abide by your laws alone. I am sorry that you all were under the illusion that you would hold my life in your hands, but that will not happen — not today, not tomorrow, and not for the future. I chose my consort, and he will remain by my side. If you have any doubts about my intentions, please keep them

Ruben’s eyes had gone red and he snarled into Lord Echron’s face as he squeezed his throat. Surprising everyone to stunned silence two eight-inch black horns appeared on Ruben’s head as his eyes changed to black and he grinned to show that his pre-molar teeth and his canines both top and bottom were long and fanged. Lord Echron made strangled noises and struggled feebly against him, his eyes popping out as he stared at the hybrid vampire before him. “I go to the Demon Realm…as you can see I am now a Demon Lord, having fought and killed the Demon Lord Basille for the right to take Katarina, here, as my eternal wife. Do you dare to object?”

Daffodil blushed, "He's actually a demon hybrid." The vampire was even more surprised. I looked into her eyes, channeling into her thoughts. "She looks ten years old. What type of hybrid would want her?" "Okay, so let's go for darker shades. What type of mix are we going with here?" "He's a demon-werewolf mix." Again, the vampire was baffled. "Sei?" She asked in disbelief. He was the only demon werewolf hybrid left, so everyone knew about him. "That's impossible, wasn't he with..." She asked, turning to look at me.

“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.

"You think i am a fool?... I have same powers that serenity had, you don't stand a chance, low life... If you want to defeat me then you need to bring her back to life and it's impossible because I killed her... Now no one can stop me." She said arrogantly. "I'll destroy everything... Let's start from little one..." She looked at Angel. "Come on doll... Let's play." She grinned evilly. "Dad!" Angel screamed when she was thrown out of the window. Hybrids ran behind her, Nicolai caught her mid-air before she hit the ground. Each and every student came out of their rooms when they heard that scream. "Stop him... Please" Angel begged to hybrids. "Good that everyone is here..."

But his brain and his heart was in sync, and doing somersaults and singing Britney fucking Spears’ Toxic. Then zip. Jeans gone. Fingers trailing down. Over his underwear. Then the man cupped it. Angel gasped. His whole body lit up like a bloody Christmas tree with boundary issues. ‘God, it was delicious.’ “Ahhh… hahhh… please…” Angel moaned. “Please what?” the demon teased. “D-do something… anything, you psychotic incubus!” The demon leaned in—smirking. His eyes were glowing like polished steel. Like molten silver.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

He turns and sees my focus on his hand, before pausing a moment to also look down at what is now normal skin, and makes a soft noise under his breath that almost seems like a laugh. “Figured out why the smarter wolves are afraid of me, Princess?” he mocks me before pushing his way inside. Unrattled by my seeing his true self, and in fact, it feels a lot like he grows cockier with every step as my returning trepidation grows. It sends a chill through me as I follow him into the cozy space, not really taking it in, my thoughts swimming with newfound fear as I try to recall Leyanne's teachings. Demonics. The fractured half of the Angelics. Once a whole whose conflicting parts were torn apart be

Barry left her alone to go to the kitchen. Her curiosity is one of the things that she hates about herself. When there's something bothering her, she will do everything she can to know more about it. She loves learning new things, and uncovering secrets. And now that she knows more about her lineage, she wants to understand everything. "Book of Demonology?" She found a book hidden behind a pile of old journals. From the look of it, someone hid the book intentionally. It was thick and old, and dusty. As she flipped through the pages, she saw something that caught her attention.

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******