Demonic Angel Novels & Stories

The Archangel gives me a sad smile, and I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. "What just happ...?" I pant, trying to catch my breath. Dominic's arms are wrapped around my shoulders, steadying me, his expression twisted with shock. I glance back up at the Archangel. "I couldn't make it stop." "I know," the Archangel whispers, brows pulling together. "It was the only way I could determine what we are dealing with," he admits. "The demon has found a way to infect your subconscious mind." Oh my God... The Archangel tilts his head, studying my face with sympathy. "This demon is powerful and will deceive you before you realize it," he warns, and I blink, repeating his words in my head.

Somehow, that only makes the guilt in my chest worse. “Good,” she says, patting my hand like I’m still seven. “Then listen to someone older and stop arguing like you know more than the Church. I’ve lived long enough to know what you’re facing, Angel. I entered this convent before you could even walk. Demons are God’s creations who chose evil. They are ugly, cold, and unclean. That’s all you need to know.”

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

His expression stoic and his posture relaxed but domineering. His calm domineer scared the living hell out of her. He looked more like the devil walking in flesh and bone. "Stay away from me." She screamed and thrashed harder against the chains and moved back on instinct when they didn't budge, her eyes reflecting rage and panic. Memories of how he injected that liquid into her hours, made her squirm. Cassian didn't answer. He walked to were she was, at the corner of the kind sized bedand sat down.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway. I rubbed my eyes vigorously. I could be out there, stopping Jeremy from exhuming my parents. But, that was a topic for another day. I took one last glance of perfection at myself in the mirror, and left the room to my first reaction of hell. —-------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV My feet surpassed one another as I brisked to my car. I hopped into my seat, and shut the door strenuously. My hands on the steering wheel, I blew out a huge puff.

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

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

The owner of the voice sounded so worried yet made me feel so warm and I looked over to see a blurry Elizabeth, but I then smiled before everything went black. Damien woke up and blinked, "ugh..I-I'm alive?" A hot towel was then put on his neck, and he gritted in pain. He looked over and saw Elizabeth cleaning another towel in a small bucket, he smiled a bit and she noticed he was awake Her face however went from happy to sad to very mad, -uh oh- he thought in his head. She flicked his nose and said "you Baka!! Why did u take her on alone!? You had me worried!? And you scared my brother half to death!!" He snickered and said "I worried you? Thought you didn't care~" She made a fist at him a