Nightmare Devil Wings Novels & Stories

"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.

I could hear gasps and faint murmurs begin before I opened my eyes again, seeing the shock on everyone's face grow even more once I showed them my deep amethyst eyes. “I am Amara Delphia, daughter of the Grand Knight Diana Delphia of the Order of the Violet Wolves.” I turned and smiled, seeing my brother reveal himself as well, linking my arm through his as I continued. “And this is my twin brother Arden Delphia.” I leveled my cold gaze on the pale Rosanna, smiling while everyone else’s shock climbed even more. “We hold no ties and no loyalties to the Du Pleasant family who smeared our mother’s name before her death, and we never will.”

I wondered if she preferred the heavens and would fight on their side for Abby’s soul to be released to the heavens. I wondered if she thought that Abby’s abilities could somehow free her from her time in the underworld, but looking at her now, I can see that she is trustworthy. The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well.

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

There it was—a tattoo just above his dick. The tattoo was impossible to miss—dark wings of the devil, flames licking at the edges. It sat just above where his cock must be. The image burned into my mind, impossible to forget, as I let my gaze wander over the rest of him. Every inch of his body was carved from muscle, sharp lines and hard planes that seemed to radiate heat. “Oh, you want the play-by-play? Alright, let’s indulge your little nightmare scenario,” he said, the dark amusement riddled in his blue eyes as my eyes shot back to his face.

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.