Nightmare Devil Wings Novels & Stories

He drove her to the edge, then pulled her back, only to push her over again, his control absolute, his will unwavering. ‎She screamed his name, not in pain, but in a surrender so complete it was terrifying. "Lucian! Lucian!" The sound tore from her throat, an admission, a plea, a recognition that in this moment, she was utterly, unequivocally his. The devil alone, he made sure she understood, was her master. Lucian Devlin POV Serena... you're trembling." Her back arched into the sheets, a low gasp escaping her lips as my body moved with expert rhythm above her. The sheets were damp, tangled around their legs, her fingernails carving desperate crescents into the muscles of my back.

"It's alright, Allena. It's not real." "It burns, Jonathan," the other woman said, her hands trembling in front of her face. Jonathan hesitated to approach the former wolf. With how out of control she was, if she somehow managed to hurt Jonathan, it would just make things worse. "It'll pass, Allena." "No. It's hurts. And I—" Allena shut herself off as she caught sight of her fingers. Jonathan watched, confusion passing over her features as, yet another devil mark made itself known. The skin of her fingertips discolored as long black nails sprouted. They show in the light of the flames with the same iridescent black as her wings.

But if I think they would back down, they only continue to move towards us and start to break out in a fit of ungodly hissing. Well, my restraint snaps. With absolute determination to show them of their foolish ways, I step closer, "You have made a fateful mistake tonight." I pause for a moment as I position my finger softly against the trigger of the Colt. "For one, my dear friend, I am the only true Devil here," I slide the tip of my finger over the trigger, then I continue, "Your second was ruining a decent Armani." And with that, I gently snap my finger until it makes direct contact with the trigger that sets the motion for the bullet to leave the clip; there is a slight click as it slid

Snapping his neck as if showing off, he threw the gun away. " I could use my hands. " Immediately the words left his lips, the devil's green eyes shifted. It turned dangerously black. A loud snap could be heard. It was bones! The big devil was changing. He growled like a beast, snapping his bones and growing out two massive wings. His nails grew longer Into claws, his teeth Into fangs, and he became as tall as a giant. He was four times bigger than the average dead angel, and even more dangerous. So much, the men's throat ran dry.

Zachary fumed and looked straight in her eyes that were gleaming with mirth. “I am not going to let you or this pauper destroy my kingdom” Delphyne gritted and then looked at Diana who was trying hard to stifle her cries, “Listen and better ingrain this in your mind witch, we are devils. We hate you and your entire fucking community. Heaven was once ours and soon we are gonna snatch it back from you. You better start counting your days because they won’t last long.” Diana gasped in horror. Zachary also stared at his mother incredulously, “THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT??”

He runs towards me and sends a blow to my stomach. He's fast. I stumbled back as i felt a blow to my face making me taste blood. Then when i look up i see he already let his demon out. His fangs where long, eyes pitch black, nails black and pointy with his body as pale as dead man. I finally gave way for my wolf to shift. She let out a happy howl as she tore free from my body. Win this fight bitch.

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

But what really got under Vito's skin was the face staring up at him. His features. The way his dark hair fell across his forehead. It reminded him of a ghost from his past. A ghost Vito had spent years looking for. Someone he had fantasized about making kneel exactly like this in front of him, broken and desperate. Except, that asshole had fucking black eyes, this one had blue. And he would never bend his knees for something as measly as this. It made Vito's hands itch. "Don't make me repeat myself," Vito said, his voice cutting through whatever daze Aiden had fallen into.

If there’s betrayal under my roof, I want to hear it with my own ears. --- An hour later, the villa is quiet again. Guards rotate shifts. The storm clouds move out, leaving a clear, starless sky. I move through the corridors in silence, each step rehearsed, controlled. My hand brushes the walls where I’ve hidden the bugs — small, invisible, powerful. By the time I reach the east wing, my pulse has slowed. I listen. Nothing. Then, faintly, a voice—hers. “…I have everything under control.”