Demonic Angel Novels & Stories

You hear about kids who are estranged from their parents and think it’s too bad but other than that you don’t think too much about it – like why they are estranged and how everything between them went down. My story goes something like this: Girl falls in love with a demon and becomes a demon to be with him, only to find out that her mother is secretly a healing angel who was grooming her to be a similar angel to put mankind on the right path for eternal wellness. When angel-mother finds out about her angel-blooded demon-daughter, she disowns her and throws her into the hands of someone else so that she doesn’t have to deal with her anymore.

"Centuries of living in hell will do that to a person, Win. I didn't grow up in your sheltered Heaven or even on this plane of existence. Hell is where I was reared." "You . . . you never act this way with me," Win whispered, looking away. The young man's shoulders had sagged down and his eyes carried a sorrow that Adom hadn't seen since that first night when he'd confessed his intentions to die in battle. Adom hated that look on the Angel face—hated himself for putting it there. "And you're an expert, now?" he asked harshly. "After sleeping with me for a few months? I am a Demon ! The son of Lucifer! I'm not some soft mewling mortal boy for you to grow old with!"

A bright white light pierced my eyes, and from somewhere above angelic singing poured out, causing tears of trepidation to come to my eyes. “Without special effects, nowhere,” the demon shook his head and pushed his palms away, slowly rising. - Can you deal with an angel? You look disgusting. - The abomination buzzed over the ear. Andras gave the freak a hard look. "Don't doubt it," he snapped, starting to run. And you can deal with an angel.

They are all black with white tips. Alex says that’s how they know that my mother, whoever she was, was an Angel. My demon side is shown through the color change in my eyes. Angels have white/silver eyes, and Demons have neon green eyes and fangs. My eyes are neon green, and I have fangs. Angels don’t develop tattoos as wings. They have wings from the moment they are born. Demons develop tattoos that turn into wings. However, their wings are leathery and clawed; instead of feathered. That’s how they know that I’m a hybrid.

I ball my fists. He gets up to introduce himself. “I'm Justin.” Fine, fucker, I'll play along for now. She would be seeing my fucking cousin. Fucking angels look like models with flawless skin, light eyes, and perfect hair. While we demons tend to have darker features and a lust for tattoos. Angels are the quaffed elite, while demons are rugged bikers. However, besides appearances, there are many differences between angels and demons. Demons are loyal to a fault while angels are our polar opposites until they find their mate. That's why I'm going to revel in taking his player ass down. “Damon,” I reply curtly. That fuck knows he's just using her, and I bet she's got no clue. Hell, he shouldn

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

he replied while opening the door for me. "Let's go," I said, taking my steps towards the car, and immediately left for the inauguration of my hospital's special ward. It was all part of my plan to gain sympathy from the general public, but I had a different, more sinister plan. I would do anything to maintain my innocent angelic image in society. Some people think of me as an angel, and others see me as a god. But I am the devil. As I sat in the car, I couldn't help but let out a cruel smile.

Chapter 18 "What?! Are you serious, Blake? She's here to kill you?" Veronica exclaimed after Blake told her about what he heard the other day and when she started speaking. "I'm serious, she's an angel, and her mission is to kill me..." he repeated. Veronica sighed, knowing that Blake was a vampire means it was not possible that the girl she thought was something special was actually an angel. She thought she might be like Blake or other creatures like a werewolf, after watching the CCTV footage but to find out she was an "ANGEL," she was surprised.

This was a question that would lead him to peaking out the training room door, hoping for his first glimpse of the demon king. The castle was quiet despite the multitude of visitors and guards purched at the ready. The Demon king lived up to his name, with blood red hair and piercing black eyes, he in no way looked friendly. To other Demons he was a casanova, taking more than a few lovers, but refusing to marry. He stood tall and fierce as he stared the Angel king dead in the eyes. "Well well. What do you plan on bargaining with this time? You have nothing to offer and you time is running thin." He smirked, his voice sultry and deep. The angel king stared daggers at the other, showing no fal

Fujin asks. “The killer here is named Damian Morningstar, though he may have the powers of a demon, only an Angel can harm a spirit! Find him and bring him to me!” “What is your price?” Hanzo asks. “Your freedom from the Netherrealm and the torture of the first Demon Angel hybrid.” All four of them seem to come to an agreement as they nod their heads at each other. “We will bring you the Demon Angel named Damian Morningstar as promised, Lord Raiden.” They bow their heads. Good. The prophecy must never happen!