Devils Angels Names Novels & Stories

She is crazy, lost her mind crazy. “Wait, if angels exist, God must exist. Either way, you were created by God to be an angel. You have a soul Lucifer.” Why is she not understanding? Lucifer’s anger towards her growing, his arms gripping her, his face in front of hers so she can’t move, so all she can look into his eyes, the devil’s eyes. “Lucifer Anais, I am Lucifer, the fallen angel, the angel who never had a soul, the devil I don’t come from above Anais. I come from the depths of hell, and I like it. Did you really think my name was just for fun?”

"I wanna know about the angels, about this war," she said, trying to present her question without being rude. "I wanna know exactly what's going on." "Very well," Jaron sighed. "If you really want the full story…" He cleared his throat before continuing. "The angels are a race of egotistical demons. We aren't even sure what their race was originally called. They adapted the name 'angel' because they considered themselves the messengers of God. They believe in 'survival of the fittest,' but they're the ones who decide just who lives and who dies. We retaliated against them…after suffering a tremendous loss. We've been fighting them ever since, trying to keep other planets safe, planets that t

, said the angel PA by pointing into a peculiar golden designed door. "Huh! you will be a girl named 'Heaven' in that world", said the PA while they were walking towards the door. "Heaven??? ls it a girl?? Why will l be her? ln my knowledge Heaven is a supernatural place where beings such as god, angels, spirits, saints etc present", said the soul with a vacant mind. "Yeah, she is a girl in the world. And it's the decision of my boss, the almighty", replied the angel PA with a peaceful contagious smile.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Staring up at the adults who seemed to blink at him in confusion. The mother was dressed to the nines, her long and dark hair running down in loose curls that made her look like an ancient queen rather than someone in real life. Damon was sure if Amelia was here, she’d lose her mind, begging to know her secrets. He straightened his shoulders when that same ethereal woman kneeled down to his height, her mouth leveling a smile. “Oh my, you look like an angel.” Damon blinked. “An angel?” He unintentionally parroted, his pale fingers coming up to pinch his snow colored hair.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.

The bond between father and son was rapidly weakening. Caelus lowered his head and let out a weak, broken chuckle. “Y-You… think you can protect that sinful child from me… by killing me?” Slowly, he lifted his blood-soaked face, a manic grin spreading across his lips. “Angels don’t die. I will simply take a new form… and every time… I will come back to kill—” Finn’s eyes turned blood-red. His massive black wings spread wide as he fully embraced his Devil form, power radiating off him in dark waves.

He refuses to answer me, which tells me everything I need to know. There’s one thing I’ve learned about demons during the time I’ve had to creep around this godforsaken hell-hole. They’re fucking dumb. Childish, even. Unable to estimate the ripple effect of their actions. “You’ve reneged on your end of the bargain. You touched Layla. You hurt her, you sick fuck. We’re done.” “You’ll never be free of me.” “You’ll never be strong enough to break me.” Like I said, I’ve lasted way longer than any of the men who’ve come before me.

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with