Nightmare Devil Wings Novels & Stories

His wings were massive and glowing and-- Wait a minute, Shelby whispered. Theyre not gold! Miles blinked. How can they not be gold? Of course the Nephilim would be confused. The pision of wing color was as clear as night and day: gold for demons, silver or white for everyone else. And the Noah they knew was a demon. Noah was in no mood to explain to Shelby why Noah s wings were pure, bright white, as radiant as diamonds, glistening like sun-kissed snow.

deveradev_: Okay, Thank you! I watched a movie on n*****x first because I have nothing else to do. At eight o'clock I took a bath because it took me a while to get ready. When I finished, I dried my hair first and then I changed my clothes. I don't know what kind of birthday it was so I'm just wearing white lace bra and brown pants and I paired it with black coat, I just put a minimal make up dbecause it will also peel off if I last longer at the party.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

"Nimalaya moved from one house to another, setting everything ablaze out of anger. Her blue flame looks beautiful as the sun reflects its bright hue. The cries of humans and demons burning wouldn't make one marvel at the beauty of the flame. It looked beautiful but dangerous. It was nothing but a death sentence. The cries of mercy resounded in the air that carried the stench of burning flesh. Her face was the last thing people were seeing before her fire burned them to crisps. Summoning demonic spirits, she would make sure some people couldn't flee. While everything was burning down, she flew up in the sky, her majestic black wings towering above victims of her wrath, as she resumed her mass

How tall is this devil? “Galileo, put her in a room on you guys’ floor,” the devil instructed. “Si, boss.”(Yes). He took a step towards the elevators before he paused and partially turned. “We still leave at dawn,” he informed. “Should I book Flora’s ride for the same time?” Galileo inquired. “Does she bribe you or something?” From where I stood, I saw his eyes flash with anger. “Sorry, boss. I just assumed…since you’ve not been seeing others aside her lately…”

Its blue eyes glowed red in anger, a rage that went far beyond the natural animal kind. Before I even managed to take a step in her direction, the wolf pounced, not at me, but at the door. Within mere seconds, he was shifting; fur was retracting, bones snapped into place, and the creature vanished. A couple of seconds later, Luca Moretti stood there, completely human again, yet completely nude, sweaty, and bleeding. Yet those eyes were still crazed. Nicolas entered the room through another door, pointing a gun and holding a robe in the other hand.

The voice suddenly became frantic, "Mom, you should have more pride and leave together with me! If you cause a scene like a loser, I'll be so disappointed!" I jumped onto my bicycle and raced toward the military compound. Just as I caught sight of the wedding venue, a hand shot out from the darkness and dragged me into an alley. "We've been watching you for a long time, you little witch. Finally got you alone!" "We've been waiting for ages, and now we're going to have our fill!" Several thugs pinned me against the wall. As their hands reached for my pants and I saw their lecherous faces clearly, my blood turned cold.

Sitting in my line of vision was a creature.... A winged creature. It's skin glowing black with a few heated red highlights on the cracks of shed skin. Bone wings sprawled around in a twisted way and ripped at the tips. It was big, at least in size of a graphic drawing. The large pawns digging at the soil with long black ink demonic fingers. Then the eyes. They looked vaguely familiar. Large blood red eyes with a crumbled scar across the left one. It's mouth hung wide open showing a display of huge canines like razors ready to destroy.

He is not going to stop after coming this far , whether Win likes or not they are going to do this till end. Adom raised himself up, allowing his spine and shoulder blades to crack and grind as leathery wings burst forth from his back. Blood oozed down his sides and onto Win chest. He reached down and rubbed the thick dark liquid into his lover’s skin. Win never see his devil wings, but if you ask Win then his answer is still same, Adom look dangerous and beautiful at same time.

The Winged race had been so glorious when it first emerged. But since the Devil's advent into the fold, the Wingeds had suffered nothing but a string of unfortunate events: he took their Reality Painting and the Suan Ni True Blood, their Legion was utterly decimated with only a paltry few of their number barely surviving, and now, he was once again soundly defeated with his Fan of Cosmos now seized by him, and he would never escape unscathed this time, by the looks of it.