Nightmare Devil Wings Novels & Stories

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

The broken forms of vampires, werewolves, and humans alike lying in crumpled heaps. Yet amidst the carnage, three lone figures continued to battle with the fury of avenging angels against the seemingly endless demonic horde. Enzo's true demonic form hovered in the air, supported by massive black wings that spanned the width of the grand foyer. He slammed one thrashing beast to the ground with a wild roar. The ground cracked beneath the impact. Seven’s own gigantic wings were also unfurled to their full, awe-inspiring breadth as he battled with another creature.

Her lids had already begun to half close and Damascus could feel that their time together on this Earth was coming to an end. Before Damascus could react, a dark shadow emerged out of the trees and crossed the highway. Damascus had tried to slow down too quickly for the speed that he was going and the 321-horsepower beast beneath him began a deadly wobble. The death wobble so they called it. Damascus attempted to keep control but in the end the machine did what it wanted and flew. Ejecting its rider in the process.

Ayra lunged at the window and froze, her breath fogging the cold pane. Below, the driveway bloomed with black SUVs, tires screaming as they skidded to a stop. Doors flung open. Men spilled out like ants from a split nest—dark coats, ballistic masks, rifles already raised. Two helicopters thundered above, the downdraft rattling the windowpanes. Their rotors slashed the air like blades. And then she saw the glint. Not one—three. Snipers, positioned on rooftops across the street, their long barrels catching the afternoon light.

Containing, but not limited to: “Gag on my cock . . . Deep-throat me, kotyonok . . . Tap my thigh when you need to breathe.” The moonlight cast a halo over every inch of her body. It looked like an angel was sucking my dick—D’yavol’s dick. I knew the real devil would never let her go. He’d cut off her wings and lock her away. The idea would have some merit if Alexei wasn’t such a massive bitch and if karma wasn’t fucking everything up with feelings, reminding me Mila wouldn’t like that idea very much. As much as I appreciated the tears she shed for me, my skin also chafed at the idea of causing more.

He sucked my tongue for a while before his hands made its way to my nightwear, they were unbutoming my shirt very fats and if i knew he would come back here tonight, maybe I would have stayed naked. “The things you do to me butterfly, you have no idea” he groaned after breaking away from the kiss and he moved his mouth down to my neck, to trail kisses along them. The feeling was sending em and I rubbed my hand all over his torso, creating chain of hot feeling where my hands was.

My hand barely touched the bedroom door before his fingers locked around my waist. “Get back here, baby,” he growled, voice dark and dripping sex. “I’m not done fucking you.” I groaned, half-laughing, half-melting. “I swear, you’re possessed.” He yanked me back, mouth on my neck, cock already hard against my ass. “You’re the only one who can handle this Devil.” And maybe he’s right. Because I am the nurse who patches him up when he breaks, and he’s the devil who makes my blood boil and my heart race.

“What do you think it looks like?” ‎She tilted her head toward the silver outline slowly emerging from the hangar. Sleek. Predatory. Its nose gleamed like polished bone, its body too smooth for civilian use, its wings folded back in angles she recognized from classified blueprints she’d glimpsed years ago in hands that never realized she was watching. ‎ ‎Her voice came low, even. “A plane that isn’t supposed to exist.” ‎ ‎Marek didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Silence was its own confirmation, the kind that weighed heavier than words.

The wind that swept through Deira carried an omen: The devil had stirred, and the kingdom would soon tremble.

Cara puella", he whispers and rubs his gnarled and chalky hands and slither towards her, only stopping when he is close enough that she can smell the rotten stench from his body. Charot's appearance can scare anyone. He is a master demon with cat like eyes, that glow in a peculiar light blue color, reminding her of a dying star. His ears are pointed, and claws like a cat ready to fight. His nose is two black angular holes deeply set into his pale face. His whole demeanor sends out a signal that this is a creature not to be taken lightly. His wings hang motionless along his bony body, and when he speaks you can glimpse white fangs.