Nightmare Devil Wings Novels & Stories

Heads snapped toward the voice on that frozen battlefield, toward a tear in the void that rippled open like a wound of pure darkness and blinding white flame. A silhouette stepped through first. Tall, terrifying, wings, the color of dark void with gold and red highlights on its edges, a mix of primordial void, blood, hell, and burning divinity. Lucifer. His wings spread wide, casting a shadow to devour the battlefield and a radiance to drown out the moonlight. His eyes now burned with a deeper, older power none had seen since the First War.

She called out again as she saw the centre monster's jaw drop open and orange light pour up from its throat. Ambrose turned just in time to see the blast of hot fire coming towards them and swerved out of the way. Mercifully, for her churning stomach, he dropped them on a nearby hill, allowing Diavel to unwrap Rhae from his wings. She crawled out and resisted the urge to empty the contents of her stomach from the turbulent flight. Diavel's wings were torn to shreds on one side, dark purple blood spilling from the wounds. His scales were dull and dark, reflecting the darkening of his eyes.

The female devil herself asserting her power and taking the reigns. I knew I showed no emotion, keeping my face blank as I stared at her but deep down my mind was reeling and my stomach was churning. On her back, a pair of beautiful crimson wings sat. Unfurled, they were huge, almost as big as mine. I had never heard of an angel who managed to get their wings back after they were chopped off, but then again, I didn't know they still chopped of wings until I met Alina. Again, it only proved that there was so much I didn't know about my kind.

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!

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.

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.

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.

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.