Angel Crying Blood Novels & Stories

Tears, snot, and saliva dripped onto the ground. “ARGHHHHHH!” Elias repeatedly wailed in agony as he gripped his chest that felt so tight it was hard to breathe. How could he accept such an end? He was so close. So close! “It’s all my fault… It’s all my fault… If I had just rushed a little more… Just a little more…” His voice cracked. “I killed Angie…” “No… No… Elias, you did your best…” Darcy comforted him with tears pouring down her cheeks.

When we finally reach the room, we’re met by a sight that renders me speechless. Luna Angel is feeding Adrian her blood, crying. I’ve never seen her so worried, so broken. If she’s this hurt, then this must be worse than I thought. “I left some of my blood with the doctor, so you can feed him while I’m gone.” She quietly says, her voice breaking.

The strange man who she met at the devil's home a moment back, ran in. "Angelina, are you okay?" He looked genuinely worried as he walked closer, trying to touch her but Angelina moved back, trembling in fear. Dean stared at the blood on the floor and then the injury on her whole arm. "Angelina, why are you hurting yourself?" "Am...am not okay!!?" Angelina stuttered out, tears rolling down her eyes as she fought the tears back but instead it slipped down her cheeks freely.

Fandrey asked, "Valeria won't come down because she's in her confinement period, so who are you waiting for? Are you waiting for us?" "Yes, I saw your car and I haven't seen both of you for a long time. I miss you very much." Angel's eyes were red as she said that and she reached out to rub her eyes. "Grandpa and Grandma, I really miss you." Angel was choked with sobs after she said this and her tears rolled down her cheeks. Of course, she couldn't cry so easily because she didn't have Azalea's acting skills. The reason why she suddenly cried was that she rubbed some menthol on her fingers. It entered her eyes when she rubbed them just now, so she began to cry.

The man was talking, but the sound of gun firing made him scream in pain, falling down in his own pool of blood. “Alex, Alex, please stay with me” Was the angel crying? Do angels cry?. I continued to ask myself as my eyelids began to close. I was so tired. So weak. I just need a little sleep. “Alex please, it's me, it's…” That was the last words I heard from my crying angel before I welcomed the much needed darkness that consumed me.

Ally hugged both of us. "I'm not going to die" I mumbled and Ally smacked the back of my head. "If you continue doing this shit, one day, you'll bleed to death" Ally said and took a deep breath. "Stop doing this, Angel" she pleaded. "You're not the only one hurt, you're hurting us too" Rachel sobbed and I rolled my eyes. "You need help, Angel" she sighed. "I'm sorry" I groaned. "Now please stop crying" I begged when I saw the guys walking to us. She wiped her tears away and glared at me.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

assistant"> Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.

'Power of what child? I look up, searching the room but I don't see the Archangel and glance back at Zull-now curled up in a corner. He begins to cough and shake uncontrollably and I watch in horror as a gush of blood and brownish-black fluid suddenly implodes, reducing him to a pile of guts, bone and fragments of skin.

"We're in this now. All of us. For Gabriel. For the boy." She closed her eyes. A shudder ran through her whole frame. And then, for the first time since I'd met her in that glittering hell, Angel cried. Not the frantic, terrified tears of before, but deep, silent, soul-wracking sobs that shook her slender body. She didn't make a sound, but the tears streamed down her face, cutting through the grime and the bruises, a flood of pain held back for far too long.