Half Angel Half Devil Novels & Stories

She asks, trying to understand. “Sort of.” I think about how to explain the concept of other halves to Jamari. “Demons are whole beings by themselves, but when they find their other half they become stronger. Our other half is meant to compliment us, making us stronger in areas we might have struggled in before them.” She nods her head as if she understands. “Our other half doesn’t necessarily have to be a sexual partner, though most demons go down that road once they find them. Demons aren’t really big on monogamy, or relationships.”

Anastasia P. O. V. The blood of my father splattered on my wings as I felt our lives is going to end... My family was in the middle of the ground fighting with demons for my newborn sister Rachel... She was a half-angel and half-human creature, who is, unfortunately, the lifeblood of the next demon king... “Lucifer Black ” My heart ached for the worst scenario for my family... And I was not being able to go and help them... I wanted to help them, but I can't.

She had been waiting for this day, when she would tell the person she loves, how she felt. Lucifer eyes instantly widened when he heard her last statement. The Duo's heartbeat became loud and clear in the room as the both of them stared into each other's eyes. Angelica knew that it was really stupid to love the Devil, who made this world imperfect but she couldn't control her feelings. She couldn't differenciate the right from the wrong anymore. "Ann..." Lucifer opened his mouth to talk but he couldn't say anything "Y..you need to stop this, Angelica. You need to stop!! Are you insane?" Lucifer said almost yelling out. Obviously, no one could hear him because he is in his spirit form.

She inquired. “I could, but you—can't” “Why?” she curiously questioned. “You— it's hard to explain and I don't have the time right now, we have to get to the crime scene before the body is removed,” I explained. “No, it's not, I know I am not just any demon... I am a half-angel, and I can destroy the transverse— think demons use to— do what you all do,” she smirked. Newfound demons, always the ones to watch, and guide, so they don't get killed, I thought.

Finally around 10am his phone started ringing. “Hello! What did he say?” Aiden practically yelled at his father through the phone. “Well good morning to you to son, I slept great thank you for asking.” Arthur responded sarcastically, “the doc said he has to have some werewolf blood but she might be a Half Blood. It’s very rare since most werewolves stick to their own kind, but there have been a few one night stands or even short relationships between humans and werewolves. Once in a while a half blood will be the product of that. We think your mate must have grown up as a human. Her mom may not have even known that she had slept with a werewolf let alone gave birth to one.”

A ruthless underworld heir and a disgraced investigative journalist are forced into a fake engagement that ignites a dangerous, all-consuming passion. Their love is tested by betrayal, power struggles, and a conspiracy that threatens to destroy them both.

They made love under the night sky, bodies joined, hearts entangled. The engagement had been weaponized. The betrayal was deepening. And the devil’s heart was being pushed to its limit.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

he admitted with a short laugh while still kissing me, taking my bottom lip between his A gust of breeze blew past, but it did nothing to the rising fire of passion in my blood, my whole body was warm, and being this close to Roman, my body pressed to his, soft in every place he was hard, it made me throb and yearn Roman slid a finger down the curve of my ass, making a shiver rack through my body “My stubborn little angel” he rasped as I shifted my hips so my core was nudging his hard length I pulled back just enough to stare into his eyes, to see the brightness of desire there, but also the lingering shadows of earlier. “And you're my own personal devil,” I said softly, my words falling lik

That surprised me. I could feel her watching me, trying to piece together who—or what—I was. But I didn’t give her answers. I didn’t give her comfort. I’m not a savior. I’m the man you meet when the angels already gave up on you. --- Halfway through the drive, her voice cracked through the silence. “I didn’t apply for that.” I didn’t respond. “They told me it was a bar job,” she said, like that explained everything. Like I needed her to justify being tricked into selling herself.