Half Angel Half Devil Novels & Stories

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.

When we arrived at the well lit arena, I was shocked to see what used to be a training ground turn into a cemetery hosting dead bodies. “Dante Moretti.” I muttered between closed teeth. “Salvatore.” I heard someone calling. My anger resurfaced, the time to the brim. I glanced to where the spectators usually sit and watch the fight and there he was, seated like a king between two guards. Suddenly, my eyes darted to the figure beside him. I was burning with fury when it fell on Fabien crouched to the floor like a dog, a chain hanging around his neck, extending down to his hands. He had been bound by Dante with no hope of survival.

good inside of her, that she's dying to be bad for once. If she wants to be fucking bad, then she can definitely be bad for me. I like a bad girl, but deep down I crave a good girl; a good girl that will let me bring out the fucking demons inside of her. We all have demons inside of us and every single person's is fucking different. I look down at my chest and run my fingers over the tattoo on my right pec, rereading the script that's permanently inked into my skin. I get another fucking feeling- a goddamn cold chill that runs through me deeply and rocks my fucking body to its core. "When an angel craves havoc, who better to give it to her than the devil himself" I am no doubt, the motherfu

He replied. "Angel is just the name I have given you!" I said, feeling irritated. "No, Mary. I'm a real angel. The name was just a coincidence." He responded with a smile. I looked at him to see if he's trying to prank me. But then, he looks like he's not lying about it. "Mary, look at those winged creatures from that side! Those are the demons who work for the devil himself!" Angel whispered. I looked in that direction and saw the demons he was talking about. They look like the angels from what other people have described. White clothes, a halo, and a pair of wings. But then I saw them attacking another creature. Their eyes are red as hellfire. They are the demons!

Win can't accept this. "And another thing Win , you will tell my enemies that I’m keeping a angel pet in my home—a perfect opportunity to spy on me—” Win gritted his teeth. “Pet? Are you serious right now?” The Devil waved a hand, and the broken box exploded causing the angel to flinch. “Oh come off it, Win. No one in your sweet little angels family would believe that I’d taken a Angel as my lover—a willing one at that. They all think devil are sex-crazed animals.”

Using my powers I forced him to kneel on the ground and then I slaughtered him in front of all the demons, this is the punishment for killing my Ella, I was going to kill the others too just then I heard a loud cry of Ella. I turned and was surprised to see her back, alive. I rushed to her scanning her whole body, I hugged her tightly and then I felt her breathing getting shallow as I forced her to drink my blood. I know if she could have my blood then she won't be able to die because by drinking my blood she has turned into a half-human and half devil. And on our marriage night, I will turn her into a real devil, and then forever we both shall live together in our world away from the humans

Some demons caught the sight of the blood and gore from their fallen friend, and they were all prepared to kill all the knights who walked in the forest. Then, a few more demons charged quickly towards the humans; half of them carried swords, and the rest wanted to devour them whole. Julius stood there and was not afraid to act boldly alongside the knights, and he feared no demons. One of them ran as fast as possible towards the young swordsman and held onto his weapon to cut him down. But the devil was too slow for Julius because he was much faster at swinging a sword than any of the night creatures. He turned his sword at the demon, and half of its body flew out, and so much of its intesti

“Zale Lionel Helmer” has turned completely devil after his wife’s death. Soft feelings which he has in his heart for his closed one have gone now. Only a cold and deathly devil is hunting for his Prey every day. His soft nature which he holds deep inside him is death along with his wife. “Tara Helmer” is the same sweet innocent girl who believes everyone. She doesn’t know anything about her past life. She doesn’t know that is an angel for a devil.