Devil Angel Wings Novels & Stories

If there’s betrayal under my roof, I want to hear it with my own ears. --- An hour later, the villa is quiet again. Guards rotate shifts. The storm clouds move out, leaving a clear, starless sky. I move through the corridors in silence, each step rehearsed, controlled. My hand brushes the walls where I’ve hidden the bugs — small, invisible, powerful. By the time I reach the east wing, my pulse has slowed. I listen. Nothing. Then, faintly, a voice—hers. “…I have everything under control.”

“What do you think it looks like?” ‎She tilted her head toward the silver outline slowly emerging from the hangar. Sleek. Predatory. Its nose gleamed like polished bone, its body too smooth for civilian use, its wings folded back in angles she recognized from classified blueprints she’d glimpsed years ago in hands that never realized she was watching. ‎ ‎Her voice came low, even. “A plane that isn’t supposed to exist.” ‎ ‎Marek didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Silence was its own confirmation, the kind that weighed heavier than words.

From Yi Qingling's forehead, light shot out at lightning speed towards the demon. "Damn it! Devil Wings!" shouted the demon. But unfortunately, what the demon did could not withstand Yi Qingling's moonlight. The light quickly pierced through the demon's wings, which were said to be strong and difficult to penetrate. The light pierced straight through the demon's heart, causing it to fall down in an instant. BOOMMM.. Swisshh...

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

I didn't take her actions into serious consideration and thinking about this gesture as her approval, I leaned at the side and licked the smooth skin of her thigh, she shivered from my touch and I could find myself smirking at her reaction. Just when I was getting lost while tasting her body, she suddenly pressed my neck harder making me choke and realizing what she was trying to do to me, I immediately changed from human to devil. Once I turned into my real self, she wasn't able to hold me because my body was like a shadow nobody could ever hold onto, feeling pissed and angry, she stood up from the bed and then suddenly her eyes lit up showing the color of mixed red and black and then a str

meanwhile in the sky good angel : Did you listen he wants to abduct her evil angel : let him good angel : but that devil will hurt her evil angel : did you forget who is she good angel : what do you mean evil angel : she is viranica roy no less than a devil good angel : he is cruel evil angel : you'll see what will happen

POV: Eriol Being a demon in this kind of situation sure is advantageous. Right after the coach left the residence, I purposefully left my double to do the remaining errands while I flew in the sky and followed the vehicle to its intent destination. Oh, don't get me wrong. I maybe a demon but my wings aren't like a bat's. I have glorious black angel wings I could use whenever I needed it. This was the only part of me left since I became a Fallen Angel and eventually a demon prince.

I made a deal with the devil….. He appears in a rush of heat and smoke, towering, obsidian-skinned, horns curling like black ivory. Wings folded against his back. Golden eyes fixed on me with predatory amusement. And between his thighs… six cocks. Six thick, ridged, barbed demonic cocks rising in a perfect fan, each one pulsing, already dripping with dark precum. He steps closer, voice like velvet over gravel. “You want it all, little starlet,” he says, not a question. “Richest actress in the world. Every role yours. Red carpets, magazine covers, awards lined up on your shelf. Billion-dollar franchises begging for your name.”

The broken forms of vampires, werewolves, and humans alike lying in crumpled heaps. Yet amidst the carnage, three lone figures continued to battle with the fury of avenging angels against the seemingly endless demonic horde. Enzo's true demonic form hovered in the air, supported by massive black wings that spanned the width of the grand foyer. He slammed one thrashing beast to the ground with a wild roar. The ground cracked beneath the impact. Seven’s own gigantic wings were also unfurled to their full, awe-inspiring breadth as he battled with another creature.

It's an illustration of an angel, wearing a white dress and white wings at her back. And the demon who's hugging her waist, wearing a black outfit and a black wings on his back. She smiled sweetly as she saw the character's name. Devier, is the demon. Santia, is the angel. No one will notice that she used their surnames for the book. De Viergo. Santiago. She used six letters from each surnames, and she's happy that the names are really nice. "Miss Khione, sir Dante is calling you to his office." He looked to the front when he saw the secretary of the owner of the company.