Real Devil Wings Novels & Stories

“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.

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"

Zephyr screamed from the prow. Saoirse looked up. diving from the cloud layer above them were three shapes. They looked like birds, but they were too big, too angular. Their wings didn't flap; they locked into place. "Iron-Wings!" Vane cursed, spinning the wheel. "Imperial Interceptors! They’re mechanized wyverns!" The creatures shrieked—a sound of tearing metal. They were biological horrors, wyverns that had been flayed and fitted with jet turbines on their wings and cannons in their mouths.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

The nurse smiled and pointed to the waiting area. I just smiled and walked towards the row, I was about to sit at the end when I looked up at Videlle who was smiling and shaking her head. I stood up properly and grinned at him. "Hey, Devi. I thought I had chatted it on Tinder," He suddenly said and was overwhelmed with his senses "You're stressing me out, Devi," "Wow, I don't seem stressed either, right?" I sarcastically asked "Besides, is it really tinder?" I asked again. I handed him the paper bag, his brows frowned at it and his gaze went to me.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

They are all black with white tips. Alex says that’s how they know that my mother, whoever she was, was an Angel. My demon side is shown through the color change in my eyes. Angels have white/silver eyes, and Demons have neon green eyes and fangs. My eyes are neon green, and I have fangs. Angels don’t develop tattoos as wings. They have wings from the moment they are born. Demons develop tattoos that turn into wings. However, their wings are leathery and clawed; instead of feathered. That’s how they know that I’m a hybrid.

I said and flew over everything. People who were surrounded by monsters screamed when they saw me, and I killed as many monsters as I could. I sent balls of power that made them explode, so I escorted the people to safety while the gods fought the demons. It was chaos, and the sky turned completely dark. “I know you didn't expect me to get my body back,” said the devil, and I looked at him closely for the first time. He looked like a handsome human man, tall and slim but muscular. He reminded me of Axel, but his dark eyes looked macabre, and there were two large scars on his back. It was clear to me that he had been stripped of his wings, and I found that terrible.

He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word, his peace of mind In the world full of Dark, the only source of light An innocent filled eyes captured the stormy waves Ho baby tell me wouldn't be his fault if he let go of her, his only cause, his only soul See the craze of fate wouldn't you laugh The boy who never believed would get it one Was he lucky enough, Ho no I call it Destiny Where Devil find His Angel walk a path of Aisle, taking vow to be forever, forever, forever one Ho no that's not the end, Ho ho that's not the end H

She sits straight up in bed, “Do you want to tell me that not only do you get Angels, but fucking heaven is for real.” With only a small wicked smile, I pull her back into my arms, “Where do you think I come from?” She goes dead quiet; then there is the very thing that I knew would happen, her body starts to tremble. It does not even take her but a mere five seconds and she pushes me away. “Are you really the Devil?” “Yes, my love, I am the Devil’s son.” “Then that means that you come from that pit of burning fire where all people fall when they have sinned.”