Satan Wings Novels & Stories

Sader spit out some blood, “I’m really disappointed,” Sagarus decided to give the defiant demon exactly what he was asking for. He went behind Sader and grabbed the second of his wings. The tormentor pulled on it, ripping it right off Sader’s back slowly and as much as it hurt, as badly as Sader wanted to scream, he made sure he didn’t, going as far as biting down on his tongue just so he wouldn’t scream. His second wing got ripped out from his back but it wasn’t enough to break Sader’s resilience.

But as soon as he disappeared from Bella’s eyes, his face turned grim and bloodshot eyes showed the hell with two large horns on his forehead. In a rusted cell, Angela rested with her broken legs and horns. Almost got wiped of her proud existence. The wings she had before turned limped because Xavier had broken her horns. “You are a disappointment,” came a deep throttle voice of Satan, who appeared with the fire over his horns. “My king,” Angela trembled with her bloody mouth as she cowered behind with her broken leg. “You shouldn’t do that. Weren’t you happy beside me?” questioned Satan and walked to her.

It was the voice of an angel in song. “I suppose I'll join in, then,” Samael said under his breath. He raised his arms; shadows enveloped him. A howling wind appeared, and six pairs of wings materialized on his back. He flexed the black pinions, draping them across him so he was veiled in darkness.

Satan stepped back while his grip was against my hand, and Satan looked at Sophia—she was controlling him. "Rosie, COME HERE AND HELP ME." Sophia shouted, and Rosie approached her while grabbing her hand. "You little witches." Satan's wings raised, and his eyes turned so red. He rolled his hands while trying to get something. What the fuck is happening? The witches and Satan were fighting with each other with their powers; I was looking back and forth between them. Satan opened his eyes and stretched his neck while rolling his hands. "Aahhh!" The witches stepped back while leaving each other's hands—they seemed so dried up.

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.

Even the fruit of their hard work was destroyed, the stermons remain blank as the prince continues his walk. Their craftsmanship did not please him. It is been years when he first got them from his father, Satan. He grunted. Such disappointment. His expectations are high, and the poor stermons cannot keep up with his standards. The only thing they can do is to accept that they failed. He looked around. Stermons block the sight of the fallen buildings. He bit a finger, and then his wings grew. Black and gold dust float around his body. Blood dripped, and the wind blows. It revealed his large black wings.

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.

A loud knock on the door paused their game. "He's back already " Diego said, "that was fast". Altar got up and went to answer the door, while Diego sat there pampering her hair long black hair. She heard Altar open the door then a curse followed, " Shit....". When Diego lookes again, she saw Altar flying back and crashed on the table with his back then fell on the floor. Diego jumped off the sofa, "Altar!" she cried. There stood Prince Daerason in full armour with three of his men. Altar struggled to his feet moaning.

The name that I hate with every fiber in my body. 'Devin'