Winged Devil Novels & Stories

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.”

With a collective snarl, they summoned all their power and lunged at Michael, who flew high up in the air to both evade them and mock them further. The three Merged Devils held each other's hands mid-air, their dark powers merging into a singular force. "Who said the Kings of Hell need wings to fly?" Lutan sneered, as all three of them set ablaze with hellfire. They literally skyrocketed at Michael, who was taken aback for a moment.

Elise hesitated to trust her kindness. She was afraid she was being fooled by a devil disguised in an angel’s halo and pair of wings. After all, devils were once angels trusted by the heavens before they flooded the earth with sinful desires. There wasn’t much of a difference between their attractive appearances. However, Elise had no time to ponder about which of the two the woman was. She had no choice but to accept her kindness in order to protect her babies.

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them,

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

Asura gripped the bodies of the bandits who did not let Arya stand up. He burned their faces and bodies to ashes. Fortunately, the bandits chose to back away from Raka's body. They all trembled at the sight of a tall creature with a hideous appearance. This was the first time they had seen the true form of the devil. Some of them even fell to the ground with their mouths wide open. "What do you want?" Asura turned to his friend.

"I can imagine you perfectly with them. But they wouldn't be white, they would be black the same color as your eyes, maybe with a touch of red at the tips just to give a style. And I imagine they would be a little curved at shoulder height, and quite full and soft in everything else. The kind of wings that a human like me would never know how to describe until she could see it with her own eyes, and when she saw it, I wouldn't believe they could be so amazing.” Vraxlon's lips moved in a kind of sad smile. "They were almost as you think they are.” "You are beautiful, even without the wings," I said, because I wanted to take that smile off his face. Because I preferred malice or any sexual ten

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.