Winged Devil Novels & Stories

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.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

My eyes were still fixed on him till he shifted away. He gave a faint, breathless laugh, but there was no humour in it—just disbelief. “Now I think I finally understand why they called you that. You’re the devil's mate, so it makes sense.” I'd rather be with an angel right now. “Don't say it like that,” I sighed. “I haven't done anything to earn that name and it's not like I actually wanted to be his mate or anything.” “Everyone knows the White-Eyed devil made the soil fertile again. The White-Eyed Devil handled a shapeshifter alone,” He said smoothly. “It's been years— decades since one has even been spotted and trust me, the chances of defeating one are close to zero.”

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

A big figure flapped his wings and flew toward the sitting man, and the man didn't sit back, he also turned into a devil, changing his green eyes to red and opening his black wings, while his wing took him higher to dodge the attack of Satan. "You never have done this in hell, but today you are on fire because of that girl. Isn't it amazing?" the red-eyed devil said and rushed to Satan, Alexander. "As I've already declared in hell that only I can play with my prey and I will decide when she will die or how long she will live," Alexander growled at the devil and lobbed a punch toward him, but it didn't fall on the devil, however, it destroyed the ceiling.

She only thought witches have the power to appear anywhere they want but a vampire? "Sacred are you?" Zephyr muttered softly. His eyes were red, blood-red and Penelope could feel the anger exuding from his body. "My king!" Penelope mumbled. Zephyr smiled, closing the space between him and Penelope while the latter also decided to create a huge space between them by walking backward. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't in his right senses, he never was! She finally reached the wall, there was nowhere she could run. Zephyr's smile grew bigger at this, he placed his right hand on the wall and used his left hand to caress her beautiful skin.

It's like the lock on my powers had been completely opened. My winged monster was shaped like a pegasus but unlike the pegasi, it had two curled multi-colored horns, bright red eyes, and black wings, its mane was like red smoke from a fire, and its body was black with red on its snout. It was intimidating and beautiful. I dubbed it Mivaeria. After its hunger had been curbed, I clambered onto its back. "Take me to N.A," I whispered.

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

Moreover, the wings on their bodies flickered with a cold light, causing them to give others a feeling of extreme danger. In terms of appearance, these fierce birds and beasts were about the same as the Heaven-Splitting Devil Eagle that Zephyr Khan had once killed. These black birds and beasts had fiendish expressions on their faces as they continuously let out ear-piercing shrieks. Clearly, they were not docile demonic beasts. He could feel the terrifying aura emanating from these birds and beasts. Zephyr Khan frowned. Just as they were about to rush over, he directly ran the Divine Seal and disappeared from the area of his vitality.

I wondered if she preferred the heavens and would fight on their side for Abby’s soul to be released to the heavens. I wondered if she thought that Abby’s abilities could somehow free her from her time in the underworld, but looking at her now, I can see that she is trustworthy. The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well.