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

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.

"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.

the man asked, pointing to a huge wing decoration in the middle of the room. "Usually the black wings refer to Lucifer, the fallen angel, Satan. Black wings are usually used as a symbol of satan worship, that's what I know." "You're clever, child." The man said as he rubbed Alexa's nose. "You're not afraid?" "As long as they're men, their weakness is in their crotch. I will fuck them and they will worship me as their new satan." Alexa said in a haughty tone. The man smiled. And that smile! Oh God, Alexa recognised that smile. Even more, Alexa felt that she had met this man somewhere before, but she couldn't remember.

He tried locking the fire-exits and received an immediate and strongly-worded rebuke from the Town Hall threatening to withdraw his entertainment license if he ever did it again. Satan was effectively a cornered man, his economic future and whatever capital he had taken with him from Galway were tied up in a venture that was obviously nose-diving, his physical condition was deteriorating at an approximately parallel rate, and his hopes for a future with Dilly had long ago crumbled to dust and drifted away on the breeze. There came a point at which Satan realized that he had nothing left to look forward to, whereupon he turned to the traditional self-medication for depression that comes in bo

The sound of dark creatures crawling out of the crater of fire intensified and filled the air and suddenly, the front door of the mansion was smashed in. Threatening growls emitted from the lycanthropes as a dark figure floated into the room. He had the face of a human, but every lycanthrope in the room knew who it was. It was Satan, one of the seven deadly sins. The sin of wrath. His glowing red eyes scanned the room of lycanthropes, searching for a particular face. His already furious face turned more furious as he didn't see the person he was searching for.

Satanika went to her room before Juliet came in and took her clothes with the wig and lens to dispose. She took a hot, scented and relaxing bath in her large Jacuzzi as it massaged her aches and pains. She got out of the bathroom and dried up. She wore a turquoise crop top, black miniskirt and panda slippers. She packed her hair pony tail with a sky blue bow ribbon. She walked down the stairs to the kitchen and all the kitchen staffs stood and bowed. Satanika went to the counter and took a loaf of bread and ingredients to make a sandwich.

The metaphorical imagery of the birds attempting flight held a weight of disdain, as if he relished the prospect of grounding them. Yet, Satana's sinister taunt didn't stop there. With a chilling promise, he continued, "Well, I am going to clip those wings just before I snap their necks." The threat, delivered with a cold precision, hung in the air like an ominous cloud, casting a shadow over the impending confrontation. The vivid imagery painted by his words was intended to sow seeds of doubt and unease, a psychological game to throw the contenders off balance even before the fight had begun.

His eyes emitted a faint light, and just one glance was enough to terrify people and make them lose their minds. Behind him were wings made of dark demonic energy swirling with demonic clouds, devouring heaven and earth. Just his presence in the air gave Luna a sense of despair. However, she would not give up. Without a body and a soul, all she had left was this battle. Even if she perished, she would rescue Andrius. “This place doth not belong to humans. Thou hast no place here.” Just as Luna was about to take action, Satan suddenly spoke, his voice cold and ruthless like the cruelest demon in hell.