Romance Books About Angels And Demons Novels & Stories

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

Perhaps in a morbidly amusing fashion, it was how much her presence reminded me a lamb playing games in a Lion's lair, asking to be slaughtered on a whim. Perhaps it was the manner in which that tight leather dress of hers hugged out every ample curve of her body, leaving a hard imprint in my mind on just how ravishing she'd look underneath. The red of her lips. The blue innocence to her eyes. The golden locks that fell in waves down her shoulder. Or maybe, it had to be how easily she reminded me of her. How effortlessly Angel embodied that light I'd once tainted in another. Whatever it was exactly, it called out to my demons in ways I couldn't resist. In ways I knew would be our ruin.

she saved him. She... a girl purer than the angels. Her light impressed even divinity. She is a heart surgeon. She has a record of no one dying on her table. But now she made fate angry by saving the Devil. and Devil is madly searching for the girl who got a scar by saving him. He wants her as his queen and he can do anything for it... Even if it means hurting her... Ruining her! But She has to be his... A fallen Angel is now the Devil. Even heaven is scared of him but can he fall for her light? Can she survive with her light in this darkness?...

“Zale Lionel Helmer” has turned completely devil after his wife’s death. Soft feelings which he has in his heart for his closed one have gone now. Only a cold and deathly devil is hunting for his Prey every day. His soft nature which he holds deep inside him is death along with his wife. “Tara Helmer” is the same sweet innocent girl who believes everyone. She doesn’t know anything about her past life. She doesn’t know that is an angel for a devil.

She was probably still angry with him but he was sure that she's all better now. That night he couldn't control his demons and ended up making his way to her chamber but on getting to her it was locked from inside which made his demons furious, taking her little action as rejection unable to accept rejection from their mate he forced himself in only to see her lying peacefully with most of her curves exposed. Just seeing those smooth skin got him heated and he ended up having his way after putting her in deep slumber, even though he fucked her to his satisfaction that night he was still displeased because something very important was missing. Those soft cries from her parted little lips.

As I thought about this, it felt like a Disney scene where a devil and an angel appear, standing on my shoulders. Angel: The contract didn't include intimacy , Damien. It happened because you have developed feelings for her. Devil: That's not true Damien. You two are adults and it was just w fling. Don't dewel on it. Angel: A fling? For how many times Damien? The first time wasn't a fling, it was a connection. Devil: A connection? (Hiss) it could have been anybody Damien. Get out of it and don't get distracted.

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

Georgia's POV The first time I stepped into Josiah's house, our house, as he constantly reminded me with that razor-thin smile, I knew I had made a deal with something worse than the devil. Devils, at least, wear their intentions like a second skin. They do not bother with Victorian exteriors and stained glass and the particular kind of beautiful lie that promises sanctuary while delivering a cage.

I carried it to my bedroom, curiosity tugging at me, urging me to see what lay within its pages. My eyes landed on the cover. It looked ordinary—aged, perhaps a little worn, but nothing unusual. I flipped through the pages, skimming over illustrations of angels and demons, their worlds coexisting in an unnatural harmony. At first, everything seemed straightforward. The book explains their differences, their roles, and their nature. But then, my fingers stilled on a particular page—one that made my heart skip a beat. An angel and a demon had fallen in love. But their love was forbidden. They were being torn apart, their worlds never meant to intertwine.

Chapter - 3 Angelina's POV - I looked at the man who opened the door. He was the same man who came and informed me that I'll be sitting here in hell. He was also a handsome man, he might be 22 or 23. His face was a cute one unlike Dean's which is just handsome and terrifying. I got down from the car and was speechless seeing the view in front of me. It was a magnificent mansion more like a castle. I always dreamed of living in such a mansion but I never thought I would be able to live in it. I was so busy in admiring the mansion that I didn't notice the man staring at me.