Devil Angel Painting Novels & Stories

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."

Iliana's tears fell on his skin and she begged him- but not for her own life, she was begging for Emanuels. Her bloodshot eyes locked on mine and she cried out, “Please help him!” A rough chuckle shook Darian's shoulders and he leaned down, inhaled a whiff of her scent, and smiled. “It’s funny you should ask her to help your mate when it was her father who taught me that little trick that will bring your death,” Wait what? My gasp echoed up the high walls and rested in the ears of the angels on the hand-painted ceiling. Whoever decided to paint angels in the devil's den was a true prankster with an equally twisted sense of humor as the king.

It didn't end well for him as the story progressed. The Pink Devil- The Pink Devil is one of the main antagonist of this story. She is the evil version of Jennifer. She could possess Jennifer at anytime she feels like it and follows her wherever she goes. The Pink Devil is in her mirror, nightmares, when she has Sleep Paralysis, and does what Jennifer is afraid to do. She loves sex and BDSM; she only punishes men who treat women wrong. But it's revealed that The Pink Devil is a personification of Jennifer's father, who was abusive and tormented her. Anytime she thinks about her father, The Pink Devil appears.

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Somehow, he finally manages to stand up, straightens his back and looks witha sinister and foreboding mannerat his father. "Don't just stand there. Hurry up," Lucifer orders. He walks up to a large stone coffin filled with emeralds. A pattern of twisted dragons and demons adorn the edges and the lid is engraved with the words Descensus diabolus ad infernos. The devil descended to the kingdom of death. Underneath it says: Si quando conversa fuerit ad mortem. We're going to avenge your death. Lucifer makes a sweeping gesture with his hand and the lid slides off with a low dull thud. He walks up to Seven, grabs him by the neck and drags him with him. He shoves his face into the coffin.

PEBBLES' POV Sardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent. With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and dar

It’s the place where the torture takes place. The paddles, the electric chair and the bed of torture. A bed that was draped in the colour of blood. At the centre of the room, with his back to the door, stood the devil himself. Dressed in an almost identical suit to that of the scorpion, the devil seemed like a person who was ready for a party. But that thought will undoubtedly be thrown out of the window when the Devil’s expression becomes illuminated. The devil’s green eyes were dark in anger, and he had his hands clenched into fists.