Angel Demon Painting Novels & Stories

"Mr Koontz has arranged for the VIP room to be at your disposal. VIP, Linaker smiled. Exactly as it should be. The walls were upholstered in soft black velvet and lit with an intimate red glow. Linaker's attention was caught by the paintings on the wall. They looked like the usual erotic depictions of kinky sex acts, but when Linaker looked more closely he realised the girls weren't human. They possessed horns, tails, wings and even cloven hooves. "Unusual paintings," Linaker commented. He couldn't work out whether the demons' attentions were causing their victims pain or pleasure.

As they explored further they eventually came upon a large wall painting depicting angelic figures and strange symbols all connected by some type of energy field. Azazel pointed out certain aspects of this painting to Olivia suggesting that it held some sort of greater meaning - though he was not sure what exactly. Instead of speculating any further however, he decided to test his theory in a way that made Olivia gasp: he placed his hand on top of hers, sending a strong current through both of them which seemed to energize both their bodies in an odd but strangely pleasant way..

As I lingered in front of the mirror, I suddenly saw a man in the mirror. At first, I assumed he just needed to wash his hands, so I moved aside to give him space. But the next moment, his hand landed on my waist. Startled, my first instinct was to scream, but a buzzing in my head drowned out all sounds except for a muffled countdown. Before I knew what was happening, I was dragged into a small space while the door closed behind us. The last thing I remember was the sound of a heavy door slam. Then, everything that happened after that was a blur.

I ask instead. He’s quiet for a moment. Then he says, “I suppose it’s hard to un-believe something.” He clears his throat. “I don’t think about it much.” I think about his younger brother, and the beautiful painting on the wall. “Why do you think Damon paints pictures of gods and angels?” “He says it’s the only place that God exists for him now.” “That’s incredibly sad.” “I guess. I hadn’t thought about it before.” He kisses my hair. “Are you religious?”

Johnny Sly beamed at her before she left the terrace. “Please, follow me, miss…” the young woman escorted her to the room. They walked inside the house, highly doomed ceiling with paintings of angels fighting with some devils, Elena squinted her eyebrows as she also saw a devil was making love with an angel. ‘The concept of balance in human’s life?’ her thought was exploring the paintings. She also saw the paintings about a dragon, a big snake and a tiger… She inhaled. ‘A philosophical value of eastern…’ What she saw making her feel curious about who Johnny Sly was in a real life.

A bright white light pierced my eyes, and from somewhere above angelic singing poured out, causing tears of trepidation to come to my eyes. “Without special effects, nowhere,” the demon shook his head and pushed his palms away, slowly rising. - Can you deal with an angel? You look disgusting. - The abomination buzzed over the ear. Andras gave the freak a hard look. "Don't doubt it," he snapped, starting to run. And you can deal with an angel.

"Miss Hale, are you alright?" Angel barely heard the lecturer calling to her from the front of the room. When Angel had last looked, Professor Bladon had been scribbling some nonsense about the value of fated mates upon the digital whiteboard. Now she was glaring at her, her usually pale blue irises now an electric blue, suggesting that the witch was growing pissed. It was clear just from looking at her that it wasn't the first time she had addressed her. "Angel?" "I…umm…" Angel stammered and thinking up the first excuse that came to mind, she gasped,

I said, shaking my head in confusion. “It is said that vampires compelled, or in other words, mind controlled these humans to make them believe that wolves were out to kill them. It is what legends say, but we can never be truly sure of what is or what is not true. The herbs have been used throughout centuries regardless of that, and I think that we can use them to hide Dante’s scent on you and vice versa” Angelina said, looking me in the eye. I nodded in agreement before turning to look at Dante, waiting to hear what master plan he had in mind.

Angela said and shed tears, pretending to be vulnerable in front of the king who concocted her and helped her to become a powerful demon. Satan moved his left leg and kicked the woman in the stomach, making her roll in pain. Blood came out from her mouth and trailed down as she looked up at his master. A demon never shed tears unless their master had banished them. The feelings Angela adored for her master were pristine and had them kept in her wings. “You tortured her. You made her bleed,” the devil growled and grasped the throat the way she had held Bella’s. Satan reached for her left wing with his free hand and tore it from her shoulder. Angela’s wide eyes showed disbelief and pain toward

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.