Winged Devil Novels & Stories

Devil! I dressed in the mirror. There are additional red stains on my skin, a lot. The last time he saw he only had one kiss mark on his neck, the result of Blaze's bite on my neck where he had once bit me. Now I have more than seven of those red spots, mostly on my neck area. ###

, I smirked. " You", he started. "Guys! Is this something to brag about? You both are Crazy", Drake looked amused!! "Shut up!", Me and the devil said unison. Drake laughed hard!!! What Drake???? "Drake why are you here?", I questioned. "He is too joining us in this one", the devil answered for him. "WHAT? And why the hell you are letting me know now", I glared at Noah. " It slipped my mind", he rolled his eyes at my question.

After slowly getting to his feet, Saint Darkwind replied, “Well, I did manage to find one important clue… While I don’t know who the culprit could be, I’m pretty certain of what their goal had been for slaughtering so many people with bloodline spiritual essence!” “…Oh? Go on…” “Basically, that person is most probably trying to go against the law of heaven! They’re trying to absorb the peoples’ bloodline spiritual essence so that they can forge a devish body and become a devil! As for why, it’s said that during the legendary times, devils were the only beings capable of fighting against deities. After all, deities and devils are pretty similar. Both are immortals whose souls would never rein

I had unwittingly taken a few steps back when Reksa the devil transformed into his true self. The hot air seemed to fill my room and made my breath short. However, I was able to endure the heat, even though I was still overwhelmed to draw oxygen from my nose. The devil's figure was dusky red, literally burning like flames. His eyes are different colors; one black and the other red. What made me quite surprised was his head and height.

a female voice yelled. A large woman with wings dropped down in front of me, shattering the ground beneath her. She had deep black eyes and long ears. Her wings were spread out on her back and a wide grin was on her lips. She let out a hysterical laughter and unsheathed her blade from her side.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.