Satan Wings Novels & Stories

She politely declined with a wave of her hand. "Oh but it is." He insisted. "Let me buy a beautiful lady such as yourself a drink. I'd make my night." Roxanne locked her lower lip. She felt her cheeks dust red once more under his endless compliments and found herself nodding seconds later. "Great." He beamed happily whilst turning to relay her order to the bartender. "Three glasses of Diamond is forever martini." He ordered and turned back to Roxanne while their orders were being prepared. "I'm Colton by the way." He introduced and stretched out his hand.

He just stared out the window. Dearden cocked his head. “Hey, Six, is this thing on?” he asked, tapping the microphone on his headset. “I’m talking to you, Wolf Six. What’s the matter?” Wolfe smiled briefly. Wolf Six was his call-sign on the radio, and as the leader of Wolf Squad, it was important that he maintain communication, even when he didn’t feel like it. “Your mic is fine, Sarge. And everything else is fine too. It’s always a fine day when you’re in the Army.”

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

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.

- 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.