Satan Wings の小説・ストーリー

" Just once because you want to be in the group chat? " " Yeah " He responded as he Lean back almost tiredly. " Once you visit the nightlife you will be added to the school group chat. You will know if there's a negative rumours about you or positive ones. The nightlife is just a party, a wild one. You see gays fucking themselves, lesbians sucking each other. The straights doing their thing "

Claws crept out of his fingers while his face became darkened as he levitated. "I see you now got my wings too, now, let me show you mine!" Rio replied while his eyes had a combination of red and blue, a weird fire burned round his back while his clothes burned off and dropped on the ground as Red-Blue wings retracted out from his back and flapped fiercely, a combination of Rio's wings and Sathanas wings while they flapped fiercely. Claws also crept out of his fingers while his hair caught off in flames, a tattoo on his neck as both brothers stared at each others, both levitating on the air.

No one could do it for her. The same weekend, I went to meet Uncle Peter. He happened to be washing his car. He had been driving the Volkswagen Santana for nine years. There was a long scratch on the rear bumper. He had changed the passenger seat cover thrice, and the steering wheel was sparkling. He was wiping the rearview mirror with a cloth and didn't even look up. "Ethan, I have something to tell you." "Go ahead." "I gave this young man a ride yesterday. He said he was going to take the pilot licensing exam at the Federal Aviation Administration."

Angels with strange wings. If I am not mistaken, they are Angels of satan. The Angels cast into the blazing fires of hell. The sinned one. While I was on a stage in the middle of the arena. My hands and feet were bound. It was as if I had been crucified because of the position of my tie while Eron was in front of me, he's floating in the air with his beautiful black wings staring down at me with his dangerous hazel brown eyes.

But the chances of his death by a satangel without potus is negligible because after a satangel loses it's potus, they become extremely weak, they won't even have enough power to stand, and after a few minutes they die leaving no one else in this universe who could kill that demon. Halflings even can't kill them after their potus is removed from their chest because, as they are not complete satangels, 99% of their powers rest in the potus. A satangel or a satangel halfling can't kill, or even harm the one who is of the same species as them. Even if they try to harm or kill eachother it will have no affects. °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

- Samael whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck, stepping down onto the bare shoulder. It was too much. Nadir felt great anger and pushed him away from her, slapping hard in the face. - Don't you dare to touch me ever again.- she hissed, staring at him with her eyes flashing lightning bolts. Samael groaned in pain and his eyes turned blood red, then he began to tremble. Two enormous jet-black wings rose from his back, a wild cry escaped from his chest, and his face contorted with fury. Nadir knew that she was dead, because what was happening to Samael now was called the Wrath of the Fallen Angel. During this attack, rational thinking was cut off and only instinct

"Hail Satan!" Ryan shouted on top of his voice. "Hail Satan! Hail Satan!!" They all chorused including Ryan and Sarah who were smiling happily. "Hail Satan!" Ryan and Sarah shouted even louder. "Hail Satan! Hail Satan!" They chorused and began to drink human blood to their satisfaction.

What the fuck. With a heavy sigh, I turn over underneath the blankets, coming face-to-face with Maddox who's shirtless now. He's not as pale or greyish as your usual vampire; his hair a light brown, complementing the light tan he has against his olive-ton complexion. But that's not the only thing I notice... It looks as though Satan has chiseled his body like some super greek god, or maybe just a general, hot vampire. "Liking the view?"

My father puts his hand on my shoulder as he turns me around and ties black satin around my head, effectively blinding me and robbing me of the sight of my surroundings. *Narrator* It was a bad night. The stars were blocked out by the smoke billowing up and out from the wall of fire. There was a hushed whisper among the gathered witches. Everyone had felt the loss of the Witch Mother and were wondering what was happening. Several were crying and holding on to each other, but me… my eyes were continually scanning the crowd. Something bad was about to happen, and the other witches would have sensed it if their grief wasn’t so pungent. “Ladies. Witches. Sisters of the Path Coven is no more.” Wi

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.