Winged Devil Novels & Stories

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

Destiny has different ways of avenging the recklessness of time as it once again repeated the long-lost cause, hoping to see something different this once that may keep it entertained as long this life lasts. The fallen might see it as a golden opportunity to rewrite the stars, change the outcomes, and most important- correcting their mistakes but the betrayer saw it as a punishment. A ruthless way of repenting sins by mending the heart he once broke out of greed. But it was unfair and injustice served to her for she has to tolerate the same beast once again and will herself to fall for the charms that have already crushed her life before. She has to go through the same process again to ente

A cry bubbled up from my throat. Nicolas made his way over to me slowly and changed from an aloof soldier into someone showing compassion. He knelt down beside me, his eyes level with mine. "Don't cry," he whispered to me. "It makes the wolf hungry." I looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes. "He's a monster!" "He's an Alpha," Nicolas corrected softly. "And he's offering you the protection of the largest pack in the country. It's far more than most humans ever get."

Raising both hands, I targeted his chest and sent ice straight towards his heart, but he used fire to melt it before it reached him. "It's my turn now," he said, his eyes shifting from brown to red. He transformed into a devil, sporting two horns on his head, veins crisscrossing his face, and his once-smooth white skin turning dark and hideous. His nose elongated into a pointed shape, and he grew taller than his normal height. Wings sprouted from his back, making him appear part dragon and part human. A crown of fire encircled his head, and he looked terrifying. I knew I was going to fight a devil, but I hadn't expected it to be this horrifying.

After a few seconds, the whole area suddenly became bright and when we looked at the sky it seemed like a gate was open and so many Angels were coming out now. They have six wings each with the two wings on the lower side covering their body while the two wings on the upper side cover their face, while the two wings on the middle side they use to fly. They also sing "Holy, Holy, Holy" over and over as if they never get tired of singing. "Do you know what you did in return? Guia?" Nay Aurelia asked again, which brought my mood back. "Yes Mom, and that's half my lifespan." ... ...

He asked, seethed. The woman nodded with difficulty, she tried to open her mouth but except for air, nothing came. The devil smirked at me, "This is what happens Ella when someone hurts me deeply," He said staring into my eyes and then inserted his hand inside her pu**y, as she opened her eyes wide startled by his actions. She shouted in pain and fear but it was too late as the devil pulled her womb out of her body with cruelty. BOOM

I watch Devin pull back and drive his dagger into the soft, vulnerable flesh at the joint of her wing. Ītzpāpālōtl shrieks—a high, unholy sound that pierces the sky and vibrates in my bones. Bright red light shoots from her eyes, nose, and mouth as her body collapses. Devin rides her down like a war god, rolling clear as her massive body hits the ground with a thunderous, final thud. Dust and dirt swirl through the air, but it’s more than just a body hitting earth. The moment her body lands, something shifts.

Every second stretches like an hour. The air smells of oil and cold metal. Somewhere in the distance, an owl calls. Finally, Luca straightens, holding the device, a small, ugly thing that hums faintly with malice. “It’s done,” he says, breathing hard. “But Adrian… they’re serious. This isn’t a warning. Someone close wants you dead.” I stare at the device, the fury building in my chest. “Then I’ll find them,” I say quietly. “And when I do, I’ll make sure they never touch this house again.”

[Xanthea] Raven drove slowly into the university premises. Pulling up the shield of my helmet, I looked at the grand statue of the four horned devil wearing a skeletal mask. Several smaller demon statues surrounded him. The wings of all those demons were broken. The smaller demons clambered on one another, desperately reaching out to the book the big devil held high in his hand, facing the sky. They and their emotions were intricately and artistically carved out of black stone with a slight red glow.

Dev replied, "I am the same who saved your dignity in the Frozen Crescent." Akshara answered him, "No... a big no. You are not him. He smashed the people who ever hurt me, and he protected me under his wings and carried me in his arms." Dev convinced her, "You still got me. My wings are always open for you." Dev opened his wings for her and extended his arms in a gesture to her, "Come into my arms." Dev winked at her like he always did to win her after their little fight. Akshara once warned him about doing such things, "I am warning you, Devil, not to wink your cute seductive icy blue eyes at any girl other than me."