Novel & Cerita Angels Creepypasta

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

He says to my now red with rage brother who launches himself over the huge table, landing on Mammon he starts to punch him, but the laughing never stops as they continue to fight. A pop and blue light comes from behind me and without looking I know Topaz has just stepped through a portal. I turned to look at her, I can’t deny she is a beauty. Standing with her hands on her hips, a small frown on her face as she watches the two huge Angels fight across the stone floor.

That was the only word that I got hold of. I wondered if the Vampire had crossed their barrier so.. I waited for some time to listen carefully for a bit. "Uh..what's going on.." Anita asked curiously. "The angel...she's up but.. causing trouble. " "What did she do...Did she kill?" Anita snarled as she started going deep inquisitively. "No...she takes a host and.."

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

Damien would definitely leave the house but might end up getting stuck in traffic for the rest of the night, so he decided against it. At about two am, Jacob began feeling a pleasant pressure on his groin. He had sleepily opened his to see Bianca grinding her bare core on his clothed hardness. He had jerked his head up while his eyes widened like saucers as realization dawned on him. She was just putting on the t-shirt he had given her to change into. He had also given her some shorts but she wasn’t wearing them as she straddled him, her hands grasping her breasts as she moaned loudly.

She locked the door and pressed her back on it. "I can't believe myself. A 25-year-old woman is having a wet dream because of a 24-year-old man! Kill me, somebody!" "Did you call?" Lucus appeared in the bathroom. "Get out!" "Jeez! It's not like you're undressed or something. Besides, angels aren't interested in human bodies. If I want, I can see right through your clothes" "What the! Wait- All angels?" "Yeah, you too," He winked "Wait-- What have I told you" Lucus covered his mouth.

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

"She's not like the sluts you sleep with." I know! "Disappear," I order, and he walks away and flips me his middle finger. The guys stand up, then we make our way downstairs. "Where are you going?" my mom asks us as we reach the door. "Walking Angel to her gym class," Ted replies, and my mom nods. We walk out and start jogging so that we can join her. "Why the sudden interest with Angel?" Daniel suddenly asks as he jogs behind me. "I need a new prey," I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket.

His voice trails off, his breathing evening out slowly. I swallow past the lump in my throat, smiling with tears in my eyes. Leave it to Azren to drop a bomb and snooze. I lower my gaze to try and catch a glimpse of his face, but his messy mop of hair makes that impossible. So I just keep running my fingers through his hair to soothe his pain. I reach for my phone from the nightstand, sliding it open and going straight to my notes app. Then I start typing the details for my next story. I've kept my readers waiting for too long. This time, I'll write about the unhinged Tribrid and his angel.

Dorin should be ashamed of his tiny ones but instead, he displays them proudly like the perverse little man he is. His small faction has given angels a terrible reputation. We are fearsome warriors and brutal killers, yes, but we do not rape and pillage and burn—we do not hurt innocent creatures merely for entertainment or the sickening thrill of it. Angels like him were killed when I was a child. Angels with small wings were marked by a nasty scar on their faces and cast out to die. If they managed to survive then they were allowed to return on rare occasions but ever since one managed to become High Lord, our culture and way of life have gone to complete shit.