Demonic Angel Novels & Stories

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

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

“Dantalion. Is the hearse ready?” “Yes,” said the night-skinned demon. His voice was like an underground cavern. He whistled, and out from behind a tree clopped a blue roan stallion, its blue-gray fur like a ghost. It whinnied, pulling a black carriage that a coffin would be perfectly displayed in. “That's a thing you put dead people in,” I said blankly. Samael replied: “And I'm the Angel of Death. It's proper decorum to drive a hearse.”

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.

Gavreel pov All Angel must train to know how to fight not for violence but to protect humans and in case of times like in the beginning when we have to fight Lucifer and sent him and his Angels to hell, this is our second fight since the beginning of time, fight with the bloodline of Dracula, they are royalties and also pure blood vampires which make them very stronger than their follow vampires, over centuries the Father has been merciful to them but no more, that see themselves as God, Vampires are just Lucifer lab rats, he wanted to make human but its something he can never do, Because humans as flawed as they are, they are created with love, light and the will to have they own choice, th

Deciding its finally time to figure out what's going on, I open my eyes and push myself up so that I am sitting next to Salem with Levi on the other side of him. "Tell me." I state simply, cutting straight to the chase. "How much did you hear?" Levi teases with a smirk. "Angel..." Salem begins to say, but I stop him. "More than enough, now tell me." I reply, narrowing my eyes at Levi. "Damien believes he can help sort out your whole soul situation with Hades, but you're not going to like it." Levi tells me, making my eyes widen in surprise. "Continue." I urge curiously.

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. ******

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.

I scrubbed my hand over my face because I knew where she was going with this, but that did not mean that I had to appreciate or enjoy it. “Delmars. They’re a subspecies of demons who have the most potent seer-like abilities. If this creature is indeed part Delmar, then we definitely have a problem.” Ziyah nodded and gave me a gentle look. Chris and I exchanged a look as well because he knew just as much as I did about all of this. “Delmars can only be killed by an angel blade. It’s rumored that they’ve all disappeared over the centuries,” I explained to those who did not know about Delmars.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy