Angels Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I might be a demon, but any one of those girls is more than capable of ending my life. “So they send a couple of the guys up to heaven asking around for me,” Vepar says. She has just walked into the room. That is not surprising. I wonder who they sent? I have a feeling it was Chris. Those angels have always had a thing for that boy. I wonder which of the other two went? I know it wasn’t Tarlek, those angels hate him, and he hates them. “They sent one of the wolves and a human,” Vepar tells me.

Cathy was amazed by how they used the creatures as their vapors, but they were still far from completing this test. Angel created a whirlpool of air, trapping all the remaining flies, ants and spiders in that. They all were completely in panic, but they didn’t have any way to get away. Their bodies inside the whirlpool collided with each other. Their buzzing creates a large noise, but Angel zoned out that noise. She threw that bundle on the group of hyenas about to attack her. The shrill sounds of their screams filled the whole forest. More creatures were coming their way. Angel and Adolphus were now starting to feel a bit exhausted.

He threw his hands up in exasperation. “The new reality is that there are already a lot of hybrids. Shifters, fae and witches, they’re all mating with humans. It’s getting to be more common than you’d think. Angel will bring you back here in two days time, you can give us your answer then,” Ash said, hitting a gavel. Ryan I stared at each other as Angel instantly appeared in front of us. I felt her magic surround us and a weird pulling feeling, then we were standing back in front of my packhouse.

Alexander wanted to open his eyes as the shadow of the lamp dampened his light but he dare not break the power of his wife's vision. "The men charged at us with all their might, weapons in their arms, blood and sweat adorned their faces. As they drew closer, I could feel it in my bones, there were no souls left. I ordered everyone to fall back. Seven of us had flown a few feet high, seconds before the inhumane beasts could strike. My three former Angels perished at the hands of those vile creatures. They devoured them as if they were caramel cookies. Limbs were torn apart, as the savage beasts clawed at their bodies,fighting over what was left over. In the end we watched from a nearby tree,

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

“Alright, I'm done playing games. Tell me where your little brother is, or I'll turn this birthday party into a crime scene.” I bit my tongue, refusing to give in to his demands. This only seemed to irritate Angel further. Stroking his chin, he said, “Now, let's see… who should I start with?” Before I could process his words, Angel zipped out of sight, darting up the stairs with the speed of a squirrel on caffeine. Suddenly, Jaja's screams pierced the air, making my blood run cold. Within moments, Angel reappeared, Jaja in tow, his face transformed into its vampiric form. His fangs hovered dangerously close to her neck, like a chef with a knife poised over a particularly juicy steak.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus