Real Devil Wings Novels & Stories

And stopped him from falling further. “You’ll need to open your eyes if you truly want to see me.” Is he hearing things already? Is that really Axel’s voice? He gently peeked. And was shocked by what he witnessed. Axel is flying. Not just flying, but he had wings. Not of an angel, but of a devil’s. “Now tell me, will you still love me if I’m like this?” Urie was rendered speechless. He didn’t know what to say. Just now, demons started chasing him saying they wanted him dead. And now, his boyfriend seems to be one of them. Does he want to kill him as well?

please". His strong push made her fell to the outside. She didn't felt to ran from there and didn't understood what he was told earlier and why she was standing there without escaping. Also she tried to peep through the partial opened door of there. The sight which she saw inside make her unbelievable and frightening. She saw him crawling on the floor with pain by moaning. She thought it was a show off and looked more from door. But she suddenly noticed his tongue lengthening and coming outside. He panted like a dog for sometime. After that feral, monstrous, wolf-like face come out from his mouth slowly by making her wonder and scary. Along with this, his back vertebral side skin broke and w

The only reminder of what he was in the past. He laughed bitterly, he barely recalls how his own wings used to look like. All he can remember is how he was punished, how his whole body is seared through the holy blue flame. He only remembers the excruciating pain and how unjust it was when he was banished from the heavens. “So you’re an exiled,” Xavier spoke and observed the demon’s broken wings. He has never seen an exiled’s wings before. The divine white color of its remaining feathers is now a mixture of blue and black. The angel heard that remnants of the exiled wings are purposely spared, as an eternal reminder of their condemned sins.

He was unrecognisable. His dark red wings dominated the entire field. They rose high, and the black, long spikes that lined the top were murderous weapons. Horns sprouted from his head, and their midnight blackness absorbed every hint of light. The tips were as sharp as blades, capable of cutting through anything. Sam wasn't wearing a shirt, and the tattoos on his skin seemed to glow with raw, pulsating power. They were exactly the same as how I had drawn them on his skin, which felt like years ago. This was Satan fighting. The devil.

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

They were unaware of my identity, their memories and mine diverging as swiftly as a river branching into separate tributaries. Emilio Vargas, the leader of the Black Shadow, exuded authority as he entered first. His piercing eyes were like twin obsidian orbs that took in every detail of the room. I knew him as the puppeteer, the mastermind behind the cartel's operations. I had fantasized about taking him down, but nothing seemed to stick on them; they had paid puppets in every step.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

My wings were tied leaving a scared mind to imagine the world beyond high boundaries which were enforced with electric wires. But one day, something happened. A devil sauntered in my life of nowhere announcing himself as my new master. Instead of forcing and making me submit to his orders, he gave me a choice. He vowed to bring me things I want in return for his company. He wanted me to stand beside him as his equal. He called me a queen that I never was. He reminded me of worth that was sleeping in dark. He never failed to provoke me by his elephant-sized ego and mind-numbing crudity. His decisions and tricks brought the best emotion out of me. Anger. I have never felt this emotion before i

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't