Angels Creepypasta Novels & Stories

His eyes glow a strange gray as he pulls back and lets me admire his gray wings; majestic and unearthly. Caleb howls and I see him jumping and avoiding the animals; wild cats, deers, and rabbits run from different points cross paths with my loved one and my friends. The Angel lands down between them and spreads his arms wide; his wings with them as well. The animals start to slow down and in a matter of seconds, they seem to wake up from a nightmare; looking around, lost. Then they start to spread to random places and dissipate quickly. What was that? What drove them to that state?

Through him, she became changed . More .' 'A Demon?' I asked. He tapped the cigarette on the side of the ashtray. 'Humans can't become Demons, only Angels can. No, my father gave her a gift, one that he stole from them . You see, in their vault, the Angels keep all manner of shady things. Some people think they're real and have spent lifetimes searching for them. Most think they're nothing but myths and legends. These things have been woven into stories over time, until you think well, that just can't be true, can it? If you start investigating the possibility that it might not be fiction, the trail will lead you down so many paths, that you'll have no idea which one to take and get so total

My eyes silently spotting a huge, massive scar along the side of Angels head making me wonder how she ended up getting that. Silently pleading I attempt to beg. Angel and Caleb both moving to kiss me gently before both move to leave my room. Neither saying one word to me as they do. Tears now falling for the millionth time over the course of three days and I couldn’t bring myself to stop them. Nor wanting to really. My once close friends who were both equally alive were both secretly working for the Devil himself. And with so many unanswered questions now rising within me do I fail to see Lucia and Vincent, both of whom move to enter my room.

Ace’s POV The new dawn set, and my alarm went off. I reached out my hand to turn it off, and when all was silent, I lay on my back, my hands spread away from my body. It was only when I opened my eyes that it clicked to me that I was not home. I blew raspberries at the discomfort it brought me to be here, but then remembered my Angel would be coming to see me today. The anticipation was killing me. Quickly, I reached for my phone and sent her a sweet text, but she wasn't online.

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

Night time comes as Mike asks Angel to have dinner, Angel: "hey, love.. Did you find my phone?" then Mike hands her phone just before they eat Mike asks her if she went to that area to see his painting that he covered in cloth, then Angel stares to him and nodded Mike: "I think you, feel that it is quite creepy...I mean the boy is flying like a ghost then... Well, nothing...I just trying to copy the concept of 'Lord made the human by his image' supposed it must be men then something they were in up there, but it is obvious..soo later in, that's what I came up with... " Then Angel laughs she then opened her thoughts on that time when she sees the painting.

“I go by Mischief now.” Mischief grasped the Addict’s arm, swinging him to his feet and then in a wide arc. The angels’ wings wrapped around each other, as they slow danced to the song that had been played for me, close and intimate. Then the Addict purred. I blinked. Angels purred when they were happy…? Or maybe only when they were hard-on happy…? Either way, that was hot. “Zophia or Mischief, I care only that you’re here,” the Addict murmured. “The sorceres—”

I just kept digging. From noon until sunset, I dug a hole over a meter deep. Exhausted, I collapsed into the pit, staring up at the blood-red sky, letting out a weak, hollow laugh. My voice was so hoarse that it barely came out, but the despair in my laughter couldn’t be suppressed. Then suddenly, a figure appeared above the edge of the pit. I froze. I rubbed my eyes hard and then stared at that face, as if afraid it would disappear. Joy flooded my expression.

' I knew she was right. The Archangel had almost reached the darkness, and I could see those demons properly now, their yellow eyes gleaming with lust as he promised them they could watch everything he did. Their teeth gnashed together as they bobbed up and down, and that's when I noticed their forms. I had thought they were round, nebulous blobs, but they did have small arms and legs, and one other appendage, extremely large and very hard cocks, which they are all rubbing enthusiastically. 'Open the door!!'