Winged Devil Novels & Stories

I nearly fell backward. Julia, my fellow nun-in-crime, choked on her wine, sprayed it all over my habit, and vanished into the trees like a startled cockroach. Left me completely alone. Traitor. Judas in a white veil. "Coming, Mother!" I yelled, tossing the bottle over the wall without even looking. If some poor soul took that to the head, may God have mercy. I scrambled down, trying to wipe the wine off my habit, and there she was. Mother Teresa.

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.

What made me quite surprised was his head and height. The devil in my imagination is an all-red or fiery figure with a shaved head and two small horns, and a huge and very tall man. However, this devil in front of me is not bald, but has long hair like genderuwo hair in usual. Even though he was still what I imagined, that is, he was blazing, but he was neither very tall nor very large. The devil's height and body size are roughly the same as basketball players. Reksa the devil tried to approach me one step, two steps; but that much I took a step back. There was a fear that I was holding on to and a feeling that I should not get anywhere near this one creature.

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.

Chapter Sixty-Five. Not far away from the place where Marina and Zen were fighting. A dark-skinned humanoid creature with devilish horns protruding from the top of its forehead was sitting on the top of a tree. With one of its legs resting on the branches of the tree and an arm supporting one of its cheeks, the creature had its eyes closed. It had a muscular human body with two bat-like wings attached to its back. From behind its tailbone, a long black tail wiggled around the air.

Back when they were twelve, Michael had been briefly fascinated with the tarot and had gone on about it for weeks. It was the fifteenth trump of the major arcana, The Devil. Though this one was marked as Le Diable. It was a much cruder drawing from ones he had seen before. While still sporting the goatish mane and horns, the devil also had prodigious breasts and a massive phallus. There was a blue face in the devil’s midsection sticking its tongue out. Two chained demons, one male, one female, lay at a round pedestal at his feet.

"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.

Win can't accept this. "And another thing Win , you will tell my enemies that I’m keeping a angel pet in my home—a perfect opportunity to spy on me—” Win gritted his teeth. “Pet? Are you serious right now?” The Devil waved a hand, and the broken box exploded causing the angel to flinch. “Oh come off it, Win. No one in your sweet little angels family would believe that I’d taken a Angel as my lover—a willing one at that. They all think devil are sex-crazed animals.”