Satan Wings Novels & Stories

“Gabriel are you insane! You can never come back unless the Almighty allows it! Brother, think about what you are doing.” But Gabriel yanked the rest of his wings off in mid-fall. Unfamiliar to him he took a huge gasp of air, feeling the organs in his body now coming back to life as they laid dormant. In mid air his body contorted and he grabbed his chest once the pounding heartbeat started. While clenching his teeth and still falling he thrashed and contorted until he hit the water, thrashing back and forward as he did so. He knew his actions would get him penalized and kicked out of heaven for good. It may even be severe enough for the dark Angels to come after him for his treason. It was

This hunger that kept her constantly in my mind. But a crazed panic overcame me one day while I was out for a short flight. I had left my office feeling tense and annoyed that I couldn't go see Amara until my paperwork was finished, deciding to Shift and take Erebos out to stretch his wings. It’s a long but welcome process for a dragon to Shift, with our body melding into our dragon's heart while the rest manifests through a cloud of black smoke. My solid black and scale covered body had been enjoying the sky just aimlessly flying over the forest when a distant cracking sound caught my attention. I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught

These souls would be reborn after some time into humans limiting the existence of supernaturals to some extent save for a handful of cases over the past few centuries. At first, the two kinds lived together mingling and being a part of each other's life. They weren't divided into separate worlds like they are now and it all happened in the name of love. Talking about the present time, there are two worlds divided by the darkness named Void. Utopia is the place said to be the home of white-winged beings while Abyss is the home to coal-winged beings. If the two different creatures were to stand in front of anyone without their wings out, it would be impossible to distinguish. The only thing al

(Anj’s POV) I was ready to fly. My beautiful, white, fluffy wings spread widely, and I was beaming with a bright light, only to realize I was on fire. A few more seconds, the hands I was clutching on the strap of my seatbelt would be brushing Sky’s hair, or maybe my fingers would be at the back of his neck, pushing him toward me.

I was both in my body and outside of it. Seeming to float in a different part of the room. From there the vision below was astounding. I could see the powerful flexing of his back and backside. His tanned flesh moving sensually over me as he pounded into my backside. Distantly, I could feel the agony, the self-pity I was dwelling in. But from here, I could see that the strange silver-trimmed wings had folded up from my shoulders and then backward and down to lodge into his lower back.

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

"Why did you call me that?" Amara asked, still sitting on Damascus's lap. He had called her angel twice and she wondered at its meaning. It was Damascus's turn to look slightly embarrassed. He looked away for a moment at the trees that surrounded them. "After my accident and I found out that you weren’t a Dragon, I thought of you as my wingless angel," he said. His gaze returned to her. Amara smiled at the nickname and decided that she in fact liked it when he called her that. "You don't mind, do you?" Damascus asked and Amara shook her head in answer.