Angels Horror Movie Novels & Stories

She never knew a place so dark and scary could exist at the depths of this beautiful mansion and she wondered who was there and most importantly what they were doing there, what if they were thieves? She walked into the dark room, the place getting more eerie and silent as she got closer, maybe she never heard anything, maybe it was actually her mind playing tricks on her. She peeped through the rusted keyhole of the door. Xavier, Blake and Shawn stood before two men who were tied to rusted chairs. "This is a message from the Australian's Mafia, we can't be threatened Xavier said before taking a gun and shooting one of the man at the right square on the head, no one flinched no one showed an

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy~ Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy~ Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy~ Repeated and very loud singing of the angels flying and circling the beast now. But the monster seemed to know what the angels would do, so he tried to leave the place, but now he felt so heavy that he couldn't move his body, so he cut off one of his heads and after cutting it, he threw it very strongly at the angels. As it approaches, it acquires hands, body and feet and now plunges into the angels. "AHHH!" Charlatan screams in fear...

Angel and two other girls were blocking the doorway. “Well. Well. Well. If it isn’t little Ms. Pretty Woman.” She said referencing the Julia Roberts movie. “That’s who she looks like. Right girls? A whore turned classy in that dress.” They all laughed. “What do you want Angel?” Panic began building inside me. They stood like a blockade of soldiers and I wasn’t going anywhere. Angel twisted open a red soda and took a sip before saying, “Do you know what I hate more than anything?” I didn’t bother answering.

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.

he voiced his concern. Angelina, no longer bothering to feign kindness, sneered, her true colors surfacing. "Your dad will be so happy to see you. We're taking a little detour, that's all." As the surroundings became increasingly unfamiliar, Ashley’s unease intensified. He sensed the looming danger, the sinister energy that clung to Angelina like a dark shroud. Before he could voice his fears, Angelina, he was beginning to understand her plan and she resorted to drastic measures. With a swift, heartless blow, she knocked Ashley unconscious, sealing his fate in the clutches of her malevolence.

"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, the last feather dissolve into dust." A tear dripped from Connors eye as his heart sank. The emotion of pain and guilt pecked at his

Three Slaughter butterflies flew around her as she walked towards the headmaster’s office. A hundred pairs of eyes looked maliciously at her. The depravity they gave off engulfed her, but tough luck, she was the daughter of Beelzebub. Like what her father said, demons fed off from negative emotions. No matter what world they belonged to, they ostracized Maleficent for the death of ‘Angelo’, the guardian angel Gabriel’s son. But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble.

My mind was racing and my thoughts didn’t stay on Katrina for long. Randomly, a strange thought filled my mind. I thought the Angels opened Pandora’s Box? I mean they obviously did, but why aren’t we in pandemonium? Why isn't it hell on earth? Where are the creatures that were supposed to be trapped there? Why is it that the only thing that happened besides the Angels being released, was that we got the creatures of the night and the bioluminescence? Where are the rest of the creatures?

The Shadows whispered. "Drake?" Angel said, fear engulfing her voice. "What is going on? What are these creatures?!" She stammered, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes. I felt the knot in my stomach constrict, as a sense of dread and helplessness washed over me. Frozen in time, I knew the reality was stark and brutal. I was about to witness the love of my life being taken from this world, and I was powerless to stop it.

Xander pressed her shoulders so she sat up on the super soft bed. Instantly, all the memories of that day invaded Angel's mind. It felt like it just happened yesterday. She and Xander were caught in severe turbulence during the flight to Paris and Xander failed to fulfill his desire to touch her. “Xander?” Angel frowned when she heard the click of the door being locked. She shifted her gaze towards the twenty-eight inch screen nailed to the wall. Her eyes widened as she read a series of words printed on the screen. "What is this? Why is this plane headed to Paris instead of Santa Catalina Island?”