Winged Devil Romane & Geschichten

The car door opened and who emerged from the driver’s seat? The Devil. Of course, he would own that car! I moved closer to get a better view, wanting to check out every single inch of that sexy beast. But Michael wrapped his arm around my waist and tried to lead me to the mansion. Annoyed, I removed his arm and rushed over to get a closer look at the car. I was stunned as I circled the car, taking in every detail from the unique front fascia to the rear fascia with its six exhaust pipes. The details were insane!

Lucian greeted, I merely nodded once, opting to stay silent. Aedion smiled at us "So, shall we talk?" He grinned. • After around 2 hours of business talk and 5 martinis, it was finally time to leave "Always a pleasure Lucian" Aedion smiled, his eyes flickering to me "And an even greater pleasure dear Vixen" He grinned That's what I was known as. The Vixen. Every good assassin needs a badass name after all. "Likewise" I smiled politely He moved in to kiss my cheek goodbye, a polite gesture that turned sour as his hands drifted awfully low

Zephyr screamed from the prow. Saoirse looked up. diving from the cloud layer above them were three shapes. They looked like birds, but they were too big, too angular. Their wings didn't flap; they locked into place. "Iron-Wings!" Vane cursed, spinning the wheel. "Imperial Interceptors! They’re mechanized wyverns!" The creatures shrieked—a sound of tearing metal. They were biological horrors, wyverns that had been flayed and fitted with jet turbines on their wings and cannons in their mouths.

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

“You already knew that didnt you?” “I never had confirmation, but the resemblance was undeniable. But the thing that really confirmed it for me was seeing you black wings. Only demons have black wings. Angels have white wings. I was curious what color yours would be. Mine were black, I assumed it was because I had chosen sides immediately but I wasn't sure about you. I thought maybe they would be some shade of gray.” He answered honestly.

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

They are all arranged in their sizes, from smaller to bigger ones. "It's like I've read almost all of these books. They're all familiar to me." Sumire said to herself as she read the titles on the side of the book. The maiden continued to look further inside. Sumire went to the left side of the wall when she saw the painting of three biblical angels: The first one is the Cherubim, an animal-human hybrid, depicts as having four faces facing each direction: that of a lion, an ox, an eagle, and a human. They have straight legs, four wings, and bull hooves for feet that gleam like polished brass. One set of wings covers their body, and the other is used for flight. Followed with Seraphim, “the f

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."

[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.