Real Devil Wings Novels & Stories

a female voice yelled. A large woman with wings dropped down in front of me, shattering the ground beneath her. She had deep black eyes and long ears. Her wings were spread out on her back and a wide grin was on her lips. She let out a hysterical laughter and unsheathed her blade from her side.

The Deathbringers was a pack led by an incredibly powerful leader—Alpha Kane, but everyone called him the Devil Alpha. It was rumoured that his eyes were pitch black during transformation, a color that no Alpha had ever had. Some said he got it by making a deal with the devil while others claimed he was the devil. I agree with the latter. He had to be the devil, believing otherwise would mean that there was something worse than him out there. That in itself, was a more terrifying thought.

That black hair… dripping red with the blood of his parents. Why? He knew it couldn’t have been real. Monsters didn’t exist. "How cute … I’ll spare you." A coy smile, before cherry blossom eyes rimmed with sadistic pleasure lowered, "You, who shall become the embodiment of sin." Why are you doing this? Shaking the memory from his head, throbbing and still sore from the blows yesterday, Damon struggled with all he had. His elbow jutted to the side, limbs swinging in every direction as the grips on him grew tighter. "Get off me! Stop bullying me!!!"

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

And then an unfamiliar house swims to the forefront, a large, boxy building sagging toward the mire on the same foundation as the one I had built. These thoughts belong to Amos, I realize. But the demon’s walked this swamp for the last time. The portal hungrily devours Amos’s soul. I don’t know if it’s dead, or if it’s just been sent back to hell. Honestly, I’d prefer that I never find out. I don’t fight as the spectral opening beckons me deeper. I’d made a deal with the devil. My soul has been forfeited since the very moment I first allowed Amos in.

She wiggled a little in his arms for shortness of breath but he didn't mind her and started pecking her lips deeply. Dev endured his actions of sucking her soft lips slowly and when he received the positive response, his sucking went deeper and aggressive longing for passionate love from Akshara. Akshara's eyes opened wide in shock at his action, but her hands were not ready to resist him instead wrapped around his neck to let him go further. Suddenly, the spinal of Dev started to sprout to let the emergence of a pair of his large white wings which covered them completely blocking the outside world to let the two minds enjoy their newfound love.

"You- You're a demon...You're supposed to be extinct!" "HAHA yea.. seems I'm wanted dead for multiple reasons." Chris said with a toothy grin. "Here - I - Come -HALBERT!" The black mist almost instantly was sucked back into Christopher, his body was wrapped in the black flames that soon formed into wings as dark as night itself. Christopher's face half covered, the black wings of shadow, and glowing eyes with smile to be feared almost looked as if someone was being welcomed by the devil himself. "Everyone get back!" Alexis yelled.

I wondered if she preferred the heavens and would fight on their side for Abby’s soul to be released to the heavens. I wondered if she thought that Abby’s abilities could somehow free her from her time in the underworld, but looking at her now, I can see that she is trustworthy. The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well.

"Should I show you? How to deal with the wings? I don't even have to touch your body for that, just your wings. " Godric had straightened up a little and looked questioningly at the black-haired man. "The wings? I'm slowly starting to know how to fly with them, you don't need to show me that. ”Were the naive words that made Louis laugh. He had already expected this answer, because he didn't believe that Godric had any idea how much fun one could have with the wings. Many an angel melted under the practiced touch of Lucifer and surrendered to it .. “Look at them carefully. The wings are the mirror of yourself and belong to you like an arm or a leg. That's why you shouldn't curse your wings. J