Devilman Crybaby Wings Novels & Stories

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

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.”

"You- You're a demon...You're supposed to be extinct!" "HAHA yea.. seems I'm wanted dead for multiple reasons." Chris said with a toothy grin. "Here - I - Come -HALBERT!" The black mist almost instantly was sucked back into Christopher, his body was wrapped in the black flames that soon formed into wings as dark as night itself. Christopher's face half covered, the black wings of shadow, and glowing eyes with smile to be feared almost looked as if someone was being welcomed by the devil himself. "Everyone get back!" Alexis yelled.

"Yes human I am your master, your master" “Scream my name, mortal,” he hissed out. The demons that writhed and roiled around them drew closer, inching up the altar. Adom smiled as he lifted one of Win legs. The young man’s eyes went wide as Adom let his jaw all but unhinge as he buried his face into Win hole. He let the oily slick of his saliva gush forward onto and into Win as his tongue pierced the angel.

"You won't get a single blood from me," Arth said as he unsheathed Frostcalibur, facing six, armed demons. They had muscled bodies with rough burnt skin, wide wings, and long tails. Their armors screamed in black metal, their capes burning red. One of them was dressed in a dark purple cloak, with a long staff in his hand. The others were armed with dual machetes.

The man said and rolled his eyes as his normal clothes of pants slowly disappeared to make room for his demon form—a winged demon, white wings to be exact. To be honest, Crocell could pass as an angel with that white wings of his but what set’s him down to the ground was his horns—pearly white horns that looks like a crown running twisted down and meeting in his forehead. To make things more exciting, he even has a lion-like tail swishing behind him as he walk. He’s the complete opposite of Beelzebub and Leviathan.

I said and pour the acid from his shoulder His painful scream is like a melody to my ear. His screaming is the best food for my burning rage inside me. It’s been two days; since this fucker planned an attack on me. From that day my angel is avoiding me. First I will deal with this Fucking shit. Then I will go to my angel. I heard she got a fever from her team manager. She is so fragile. They pour the acid still I see his bones. No one should dare to cross me. “Please kill me, I can’t take this anymore” he shouted while crying.

Holding him by the arm, I asked gritting with so much concern. “I’m fine.” He muttered casually removing my hand from his arm. “Don’t mind me, we still have to take care of that creature, whatever that is.” “What is that?” Soraya looked disgusted by the presence of such devil. “Diwata said it’s a winged-ghoul, some sort of a flying vampire than can sever its upper torso from its legs.” I replied basically telling her what Diwata just explained earlier. “What happened?” Idris groaned talking to Soraya.

“I’m gonna find you and slapped to your face how better I am than to my brother…” “You’re evil!” I shouted. He chuckled. “Yes I am. I’m evil Majesty…I am always evil in your eyes so it’s better to be a demon until the end right?” he said and walked out but something fell on his bag. It’s a pink keychain. My head throb from the memories I remembered. What the?! Who’s that? Why couldn’t I…see that man’s face in my memories? Is that Reybert’s brother? But wait… “Yes I am. I’m evil Majesty…I am always evil in your eyes so it’s better to be a demon until the end right?”

“I promise it’ll make you scream… in all the best ways.” I tear into the paper, pulse racing, half-expecting a severed finger or a love letter written in blood. Instead, nestled in black velvet, is a sleek, curved vibrator, midnight purple, high-end, with a note in scrawled handwriting: For my Little Birdie. Use it. Think of me. Scream louder. I choke on air. “You psycho.” He just grins behind the visor, bunny ears perky as ever. “Welcome to the dark side, baby. You’re mine now.”