Real Devil Wings Novels & Stories

She felt another kick—small, fluttery—but enough to keep her grounded. She whispered to the child inside, We’re almost there. Before boarding, she turned to Dev. “Thank her… for everything. Mia saved my life. Twice.” He nodded. “I will.” The jet took off seconds later, slicing through the pink-orange sky. ⸻ The Punishment of Mike While Hema was ascending into a new life, Mike was spiraling toward death. He sat in his luxury sports car, headed out of the city. Confused. Frustrated. And angry. Mia had called off the wedding just an hour earlier, and she hadn’t minced words.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

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.

called Axton to his son who was being controlled by an evil demon in his body. Alessandro turned. However, he did not recognize who was calling his name. All he knew, he would only feast on blood that day. A truly evil smile rose from his lips as he looked at his prey. In the blink of an eye, his fingernails were elongated and black in color as well as two terrifying wings that suddenly appeared from behind his back.

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.

His wings were out, the deep navy of them contrasting with his olive skin and light hair. Devon had stationed himself behind me, far behind, aiming at and taking out many Nephilim before I could even get my hands on them. As soon as one was identified as a threat he was on it. Which is why when I didn’t notice this guy getting shot I turned around quickly to check on him. A Nephilim had Devon in his grip, his big hand around his throat as he dangled there. No, No! I screamed in my head as I bolted toward him, leaving the giant Nephilim behind and no doubt a little confused. As I watched Devon’s feet thrash and kick, his hands desperately trying to pull off the Nephilims hand as his face turn

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Claws crept out of his fingers while his face became darkened as he levitated. "I see you now got my wings too, now, let me show you mine!" Rio replied while his eyes had a combination of red and blue, a weird fire burned round his back while his clothes burned off and dropped on the ground as Red-Blue wings retracted out from his back and flapped fiercely, a combination of Rio's wings and Sathanas wings while they flapped fiercely. Claws also crept out of his fingers while his hair caught off in flames, a tattoo on his neck as both brothers stared at each others, both levitating on the air.

/ He laughed loudly, swinging his bat and hitting brittle objects in the fancy hotel. He is a Death Angel, his name is Draven Black. A modern-day grim reaper, wearing not a cape but a black emo suit with a pair of black wings to fly. He does not have a scythe, he has a bat for beating humans. His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear.

I watch Devin pull back and drive his dagger into the soft, vulnerable flesh at the joint of her wing. Ītzpāpālōtl shrieks—a high, unholy sound that pierces the sky and vibrates in my bones. Bright red light shoots from her eyes, nose, and mouth as her body collapses. Devin rides her down like a war god, rolling clear as her massive body hits the ground with a thunderous, final thud. Dust and dirt swirl through the air, but it’s more than just a body hitting earth. The moment her body lands, something shifts.