Angels Cried Novels & Stories

He screamed so hard that humans felt a thunderous earthquake in several countries on earth, that the archangels sneaked out of their skyscrapers to peek down. Vraxlon squeezed a woman's fragile body against her armor when he hugged her, and I found myself falling on my knees before the image of that other life that I didn't even remember; in the face of what I swore to be a tear rolling down her face... He gasped, as if he could feel an unimaginable pain, and truly cried. He cried with the same strength with which he had shouted for my name... Like a helpless child, like a hopeless adult. That fallen angel who could never feel any human emotion, did not cry for his freedom taken, did not cry

“Why are you crying? Why? I didn’t even win, so shouldn’t I be the one who’s crying right now? I’m not crying, so why are you crying?!” Dawn was panting with rage. “Why are you insisting on another round?” Angel retorted, “There’s no outcome yet, so I can’t let you go.” “But you’ve lost,” Dawn scoffed. “I didn’t lose!” Angel’s hands were still on her hips. Her hair was as messy as a chicken’s coop, and there were nail scratches all over her arms and face. The injuries were not at all considered light, but she still looked as proud as a peacock.

Meera kept crying and shrugged Adi’s hands from her face. As if understanding her silent complaint, Adi said, "I left you here seeing my friends that’s why you are angry at me, right my Angel? I'm sorry Angel forgive your Adi this time. I promise I will never leave you for anyone or anything, please stop crying." Adi’s eyes also turned teary. It hurts him to see his Angel cry especially if it is because of him. Seeing Adi's tears Meera stopped crying and moved her hands towards his eyes trying to wipe his tears.

He extended his other hand and wiped the tears off the angel's face. He took a step ahead, crossing the transparent obstruction to the crying older without another thought. He was able to put his arms around the older as the other cried into his shoulder, clutching onto his shirt. Emotions all over the place, not realizing that he went through the curse without any damage to embrace someone's scars.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Things around me like the berserk air, The scary howling, I could hear nothing, it was very calm, the air with it brought the peace I felt like I'm being carried away. " Wh-why is it so dark and peaceful? Am I dead? I questioned myself. "Why not see yourself," said a powerful voice that sounded scary and enchanting. I slowly opened my eyes Under the moonlight, the first thing I saw was a mesmerizing pair of eyes gazing back at me intimidatingly, Long eyelashes, A pointed nose that looked like a decoration on his beautiful face with a slightly grown beard and hissy hair. Holy christ did he just walk out of a painting, I chewed my bottom lip and asked. "Are you an angel of death?"

The eerie sound and distinct smell of blood was getting prominent. Only Damien noticed the grim reapers that where going in and out then place. There was a particular one that walked towards Madeline, circling around her. Before Damien could react a faint light shone around Madeline, so bright that it ate up all the grim reapers in the basement. "This one cannot be taken...part of the angels, too powerful.." The last grim reapers cried out as it got sucked into the light. Damien knitted his brows lightly, pondering about what the grim reaper said.

Father gave me a naughty side eye but I smiled like nothing happened. "Forgive me, sir, Angel is just really not In a good mood at the moment," Dad mumbled looking at me. "I see, well I'll come back tomorrow and talk more to her when she's less angry," Ace said. "I'll take my leave." He said giving me one last look. Slowly I watched him walk toward our house entrance, then closed the door right behind him. "WHAT TF WAS THAT ANGEL!" Father screamed making me hiss. "I didn't do anything, he was the one that left father, I didn't do or say anything," I replied trying to smile at him.

“Jace!” Angela cried out loudly. The twins, hearing her crying voice, screamed at the top of their voices. The men yanked open the doors, pulling them out of the cab. Angela's nieces screamed as they were dragged away, their tiny hands torn from Angela's grasp. “No…no…please!” Angela cried trying her best to take back her nieces, but her strength is nothing compared to the powerful grip pulling them away. “Angela!” “Angela!” The twins chorused in fear kicking and struggling to be free, but their little hands and legs did zero damage to their enemies.

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