Angels Creepypasta Novels & Stories

It smells almost familiar and distant. Opening the first page, it described the gods that had ruled centuries ago. I was shocked when I got to the line that pointed out the unity between humans, angels, werewolves, and vampires. I didn't even realize angels were a thing. In actuality, I thought the werewolves and vampires were fantasy. The mark behind me is also exactly like the birthmark of the angels. Whoever tattooed that on my back seemed to know the angels. I have no idea how I got the wings mark. But the nuns at the orphanage said I had it since birth.

Probably about our financial needs or about the haunted shits that's happening to me. The laces from my off-shoulder long flared sleeve black dress befriended the tall grasses. I was still with my favourite biker boots as I paced the path to Briar's location. I was expecting a priest, a witch doctor, or a business tycoon who'd introduce themselves as our real parents and we're the lost heir of their craps, but imagine my surprise upon seeing the creepy bastard himself. Like what the flying fuck? "What is that one doing here?"

Aunty Cassandra please wake up, don't go, don't leave us alone, please," Mia cried out hysterically. "Cassandra!!!. My love, please wake up!!!... Nooooooo!!!!!!!.... Please wake up, I still need you." Claradious wept in agony. "Take heart Claradious, you have to be strong for your daughter and your sister now," The Midwives consoled. "Noooooooooo!!!!!!! Claradious hysterically screamed in agony. (Present, The Modern-Day) Angelus has grown up into a beautiful, strong, and confident young lady, she is 5 foot 4 inches tall and she looked twenty in terms of age but she is a seven hundred million years old girl.

Mrs Garcia warned and allowed her to leave. Camila drove out of the compound and took her car to the washing bar. She paid them to wash her car and left in an Uber to a club in town. She stood at the entrance a bit nervous since the club is a place she had never visited all her life. It seems it is the only place she could get a random guy to sleep with urgently. "Hey pretty," came the voice of a tall man holding a bottle of whisky and a cigarette "Hi..." Camila replied swallowing hard

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

Astra said as she stuck her head from behind the curtain. “That’s just it; no one was there, but I recognize the voice,” Angelica stated as she began to explain. “I have had the same nightmare for years now. I am running in the woods from someone, and I end up in a clearing with a marble mausoleum. The doors open up, and a man is lying inside it a marble coffin wrapped in chains. The chained disappear and the lid slides off. I reach down to touch him and grabs me. He said my name and that I need to free him. Then I wake up. He had fangs; now that I think about it, he may have been a vampire..” “Hold on,” Astra said as she pulled back the shower curtain, fully dressed. She ran to the sitting

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

Amy: "Dear I understand how you might be feeling. But dear this is one of the rules of Angelina. As an angel, you are not supposed to eat food or drink water. You might have seen you didn't felt thirsty or hungry since morning." She is right. I didn't feel hungry or thirsty. Casie: "Ok. I have seen many horror movies as kids. I don't mean to frightened you but just out of curiosity I wanted to ask. So are their dark angels as well?" Amy and Sam's facial expression turned from cheerful to worried. Amy sighed and said, "Yes there are dark angels also in reality who stays in Demonalia Den." Casie: "Ok but why they stay in the den? They are still angels. Aren't they suppose to stay away from dem

Content Warning (Explicit) This chapter contains graphic sexual content, strong language, and themes of infidelity, power dynamics, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Intended for mature audiences 18+. If you are sensitive to morally gray relationships, explicit erotica, or taboo dynamics, please proceed with caution. Angel’s Pov. Dropping to my knees like the desperate sinner I was, I wrapped my fingers around him, dragging my nails along the throbbing veins that marked his shaft. The sight of his swollen tip and the feel of his heat in my hand made my nipples tighten and my pussy throb—soaked and aching with fresh want. I licked my lips, teasing th