Nightmare Devil 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.”

"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.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

Devil! I dressed in the mirror. There are additional red stains on my skin, a lot. The last time he saw he only had one kiss mark on his neck, the result of Blaze's bite on my neck where he had once bit me. Now I have more than seven of those red spots, mostly on my neck area. ###

And I was starting to worry that some of them believed in this rumour, well Black certainly had and I think Blue was with the devil when she came up with the option. I look at the injured monsters that surround me and am surprised that we haven’t lost as many as I expected, but I guess that they would be harder to kill considering that the majority of the fighters couldn’t see them at all and the others just had a large amount of luck. At the beginning of the war, I had told them all to leave Natalie and Ash out of

Apollo stood at the edge of the strategy dais, one hand braced against the carved lip, the other hovering above the living map as if his palm alone could hold the world steady. His fingers flexed once against the stone, a subtle tightening that fractured hairline cracks along the edge. He did not notice. His focus had narrowed into something predatory, and predators did not feel splinters when prey was in motion. Devilfire moved beneath his skin in disciplined crimson threads, never fully surfacing, but present in every breath, every flex of tendon, every tightening of his jaw when the projection flashed with another rupture along the western ridge. His wings were half-spread behind him, mem

Gasps erupted around the road. “What—” “No way—” My breath came in ragged bursts as I slowly turned my head. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them. Wings. Massive wings arched behind me, their feathers shimmering in the sunlight. But they weren’t the shimmering white tones of angels. They were black. Not just dark. Black as midnight. I heard someone choke behind me. “That’s not possible,” one of the mages whispered. “She’s not—” “Those aren’t angel wings.”

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.

Snapping his neck as if showing off, he threw the gun away. " I could use my hands. " Immediately the words left his lips, the devil's green eyes shifted. It turned dangerously black. A loud snap could be heard. It was bones! The big devil was changing. He growled like a beast, snapping his bones and growing out two massive wings. His nails grew longer Into claws, his teeth Into fangs, and he became as tall as a giant. He was four times bigger than the average dead angel, and even more dangerous. So much, the men's throat ran dry.