Nightmare Devil Wings Novels & Stories

Damona feels ecstatic and hummed in response. A familiar strong force pulled me up, and four sets of beautiful eyes greeted me. A smile broke free in my lips and hugged the life out of my sisters because I miss them so much. ~~~~ Damona’s POV As I flutter my eyes open, my gaze meets with a devil. I let out my wings and spread them wide open. My long reddish straight hair that almost reached my feet dance with the wind. He looked at me stunned while scanning my appearance. Like him, I have black wings.

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.

Understood all the demons in my head that wanted to come out and play. He took care of me. Loved me. And I loved him. "Lucian" I moaned "Look at me baby" he growled, his hand gripping my neck as I looked at him, my eyes glassy as he fucked me incessantly. Vote and Comment .

Emily. But not the Emily they had lost. She stood in the ritual chamber, vines hanging like curtains around her. Her body was thinner, unnaturally elongated, as if stretched by invisible hands. Her eyes were twin voids, bleeding sap. And behind her… something shifted. Not the forest. Not Halloway’s ghosts. Something older. Something with wings made of bark and bone. Devon hadn’t slept. For the third night in a row, he found his hands raw and bloodied, black dirt under every fingernail. His sketchpad was full again, page after page of impossible things: circles of antlers, spiraling trees with screaming mouths, and a throne made of spines.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

Wings started growing from his back, but they looked too heavy and damaged for him to actually fly with them. The worst part was his eyes. They turned completely red, glowing like fire in the darkness. When he opened his mouth, I could see rows of sharp teeth that definitely didn’t belong to a human. This thing wasn’t like any Bloodborn I had ever seen before. It looked like some kind of demon, but it was also part animal. Its shape was weird and irregular, like someone had tried to create a monster but had done it wrong. The drunk woman was still screaming, but now she was screaming because she was terrified. She tried to run away, but she was too drunk to move fast. She stumbled and fell d

The skeleton's wings are one of the signs. I'm, of course, different from Raff, who can produce devil wings with black feathers. I took out devil wings in the form of black skeletons. "Casey, that gun won't kill me!" I trembled to keep my body on the ground. If the wings were entirely out, I would no longer step on the ground, and my soul would be out of control. I smiled at Casey to reassure her before it was too late. "Remember our promise to protect each other?"

I froze. They were worse than anyone could imagine. Not just wolves with wings. They looked like wolves that had been stitched wrong, leaner bodies, longer limbs, claws hooked like talons. Their wings weren’t feathered. They were thin, membranous, stretched from bone like bat wings, beating with a force that sounded like sails snapping in storm wind. Their mouths opened and their teeth looked like glass shards. They screamed again and dove.

Aashmaan left the hand of that man. The DEVIL entered with BEAST. And Devil's eyes instantly landed at his wounded Angel. Who was looking here and there confusedly. Neil looked at the scene. He took only a few seconds to understand what was going on there. A forced wedding was planned to snatch his Angel away from him. Her eyes landed on Neil as well. Their gazes got locked with each other. The devil was breathing heavily and his eyes were red and the knuckles were white. DEVIL started to move towards the ANGEL and she was looking at him silently with her red eyes.

He extended his hand for a dance, The inky blackness night sky, thick clouds blotted out the stars, masked the full moon filling the water with blue light, the colossal wave’s crash onto the tick, wet sand, and the icy and withering wind became a silent spectator of Angel in Devil’s arms, both souls swaying and swirling to the lyrics of Christina Perri- A thousand Years song. S –“Did I tell you how beautiful you looking tonight My Dove”, he whispered in her ears A – Her breathing was rapid due to proximity, “Nope,” she complained in a baby voice with a pout at the end.