Winged Devil Novels & Stories

Its wings look like a 12 feet batwing that spreads making the forest darker even more. “AHOOOOOL!!!” It howls aloud. “Buriko, Jeje. Get ready!” Alfi exclaimed. “Right!” Both of them exclaimed. “Jeje, can you fly through the sky to tear its wings apart?” Alfi asked. “Yes, my lord!” Jeje is getting excited. Suddenly a horde of Tasmanian Devils is coming in their direction. “BWAGUAGAGAMUAWABABA!!” They roared altogether. “I know that they are "Tasmanian Devil", but why are their roaring is just like "Tazmanian Devil"? Buriko, protect Cocong and Aoi. I’ll take care of that Ahol with Jeje.” Alfi said.

With wings. A shadow passed over the battlefield view like a curtain being yanked across a stage. For a heartbeat, the Emberborn advance seemed to hesitate, not from uncertainty but from instinctive recalculation. Malachar had arrived. The first wave hit the air like a storm given purpose. Thousands of winged devils descended in a disciplined mass, their silhouettes cutting through smoke and flame, their armour catching stray light in jagged flashes, and the sound of that many wings beating in synchrony rolled across the projection as a physical pressure, a drumbeat that made the braziers in the war chamber flutter in sympathy.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

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.

The Earth's atmosphere was not like the normal. lt was experiencing a lot of vulnerable and unbearable natural variation at that day, there was no peace at all anymore. All became black and dark due to the uncontrolled disputes. ln the sky there were giant hawks flying in circle. And also a bird with grievous eyes and ink stained wings, seemed to float over the ground with the swift movement of it's wing. It landed on one of the branch of a dried tree and cawed once again with a ear piercing sound.The temperature was too hot, somewhat equal to the hell.

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

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

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

"What information did you want to share? You don't come over here unless it's urgent or deadly or both." "It actually might help you locate your missing devil. Well, do you want to hear it?" "Fine, just get on with it, and don't withhold anything." "So, apparently, your demon has been purified," Lucifer's head shot down, eyes looking into mine again. Piercing. "Relax, he's not dead. He's…we're not sure what he is, but he's in some weird in-between state. A bird whose wings have been plucked—" "Yes, I know the old nursery rhyme. How?"

They made love under the night sky, bodies joined, hearts entangled. The declaration had ignited the flames. Now the underworld would learn exactly how dangerous the devil became when he loved.