Satan Wings Novels & Stories

He was unrecognisable. His dark red wings dominated the entire field. They rose high, and the black, long spikes that lined the top were murderous weapons. Horns sprouted from his head, and their midnight blackness absorbed every hint of light. The tips were as sharp as blades, capable of cutting through anything. Sam wasn't wearing a shirt, and the tattoos on his skin seemed to glow with raw, pulsating power. They were exactly the same as how I had drawn them on his skin, which felt like years ago. This was Satan fighting. The devil.

Zachariah and Michael sat in a white van, watching all the doors: Blue Dragon Ink, Satan’s Bar, The Garage. There was a constant stream of huge guys going in and out, all wearing black leather cuts. The logo on their backs read ‘The Road Devils’, and so it was pretty obvious that the Guardians were in the right place.

The Winged race had been so glorious when it first emerged. But since the Devil's advent into the fold, the Wingeds had suffered nothing but a string of unfortunate events: he took their Reality Painting and the Suan Ni True Blood, their Legion was utterly decimated with only a paltry few of their number barely surviving, and now, he was once again soundly defeated with his Fan of Cosmos now seized by him, and he would never escape unscathed this time, by the looks of it.

Altar said. "Will you be okay?" Diego was worried about his shoulder. "Tomorrow ill probably be at fifty percent" Altar smiled at Diego,"thats more than enough to take on the world"

The latter was already weakly kneeling on the ground at this point. When Satan was heading in Tyr’s direction, the slash was already right in front of his eyes. Bam! It was an extremely domineering attack. Shattering Hill was an attack that was powerful enough to split a mountain into two. Despite being a Demigod, Satan found it difficult to withstand Tyr’s terrifying blow after suffering from multiple heavy injuries. With that single blow, Satan flew out dozens of meters away at the time. Before he landed, his blood was spilled into the air.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

“The man you’re after is an assassin just like yourself who used to go by the codename Sathariel.” “Sathaerial?” “Named after the Angel of Deception; the 17th fallen angel of the Grigori. In all my years overseeing The Tournament, I’ve never met an assassin like him. He’s cold, calculating, and focused in a manner I’ve never seen. Exceptionally manipulative and his kill method was always changing. His claim to fame was studying the methods of other assassins and being able to mimic them, so his crimes would be traced back to them and not him. Textbook Machiavellianism.”

The pain in my waist seemed to have lessened somewhat. "Uncle Dante," I said in a steady voice. "Please send her back." Uncle Dante looked at me. His expression was complicated. "Send her back? Where?" "As a gift for Penny and Marco's fifth wedding anniversary." I smiled. "I think they'll love this surprise." … Third Person Point-in-View Penny was carefully applying makeup at Marco's estate, using foundation to cover the bruises on her neck. Despite their downfall, she insisted on attending every event in all her glory, proving she was still the winner.

But his brain and his heart was in sync, and doing somersaults and singing Britney fucking Spears’ Toxic. Then zip. Jeans gone. Fingers trailing down. Over his underwear. Then the man cupped it. Angel gasped. His whole body lit up like a bloody Christmas tree with boundary issues. ‘God, it was delicious.’ “Ahhh… hahhh… please…” Angel moaned. “Please what?” the demon teased. “D-do something… anything, you psychotic incubus!” The demon leaned in—smirking. His eyes were glowing like polished steel. Like molten silver.

he continued. “Or heaven must have really messed up with me, Dad,” I murmured in annoyance, but he only smirked at me. “Can angels have babies?” Olivia sat upright as she asked, looking at Elenita, but when she ignored her, she pressed her forehead again on the car window. “Oh! There’s Angela!” She raised her hand, pointing her finger at the two young women and a man getting into a convenience store. I had not caught a glimpse of their faces, but I had enough of her. This is the last time I will look for Angela. And after today, I will forget about her… wishing I could really forget her.