Angels Of Silence Novelas e Histórias

I scoffed, "Who am I to be mad at you for such a silly reason? We just met a few days ago, we're not even friends." "Don't say that, Angel," he said, softly, lifting my face with the tip of his index finger and his thumb. "Yes, you're not a friend to me, you are so much more. Eversince, the day you came into my life, you changed it, Cherry. What was a dark, gloomy day, you turned it into a bright sunny one. You are the echo to my silence. You are happiness to my sadness. You are the light to my darkness, Angel. And I'd be damned to see a tear in these God damn beautiful eyes because of me," he softly wiped the small trace of tear at the corner of my left eye with the tip of his thumb. "I'm s

Of course, they pretended to be angels in front of them. “Eew! Aren’t you supposed to be an angel? But of course, you are nothing but a pretentious bitch.” Lauren had barely finished speaking when her left cheek stung badly. She smiled and looked at Yolanda who was now standing in front of her. Lauren prayed hard that there was no handprint on her cheek else she would deal with the pretentious woman She stirred her drink, “Is that all you’ve got, whore.”

"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.

In the darkness before him, a figure slowly filtered into view. First, the wings: undersized and gossamer-thin. Then the body deepened in color just enough for Noah to see a small, pale angel sharing his Announcer. Noah did not know him. The angels features were soft and innocent-looking, like a babys. In the cramped tunnel, his fine blond hair blew across his silver eyes in the wind that Daniels wings sent back each time they pulsed. He looked so young, but of course, he was just as old as any of them.

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."

he said and slightly ran after her. Meanwhile, June and Amelia walked toward the other door. Ever since they entered the room, no one bothered to talk between them. They stand before it, waiting for the others to finally choose their own door. It seems like there are 12 doors inside. And every partnered student should choose their own door. When all of the students finally stood before their chosen door, a green light suddenly lit up the whole room. The white light suddenly disappeared, and it was as if they were now in an apocalyptic area because of the vibe it brought.

The moment my skin touched the metal, a siren began to wail—a deep, cacophonous howl that made the very walls vibrate. ​"The vault!" Betty screamed, her face twisted in a mask of maniacal fear. "It’s a lockdown! You’re going to be buried alive in here!" ​Suddenly, the ceiling panels hissed open. Four silhouettes dropped from the darkness, landing with the clinical silence of professional killers. The Archangels. They weren't wearing the suits of the Roman gala; they were in full tactical gear, their faces hidden behind matte-black visors. ​"Bloodbath it is," Malakai growled, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

She stopped. Her mother’s handbag sat neatly beneath the Devil’s Mirror. The ringtone chattered from within, muffled by keys or a compact. On her screen: Dialing… Mum. The sound cut off. Silence settled like a weight. Chris rose slowly behind her. “That… was your mum’s phone?” Angel didn’t answer. Her eyes climbed the frame to the glass. The surface wasn’t flat. It moved—a slick, oil-dark ripple that came and went in the space of a breath, as if something had braced its face against the other side to listen.

Sincerly, Angel Franco

Serenity watched in horror at the surge of angels as they moved as one, coming at the demon. Thorne dropped to one knee and dug into his back pocket, pulling out a pair of stones and Noah swore. “Fuck, get down!” He threw himself over her, pushing her to the ground as a loud clap of thunder echoed through the opening and a surge of electricity crackled through the air. Serenity squealed and covered her eyes as static raced along her skin, causing her hair to fly around. She lifted her head at the sound of screaming angels and pushed Noah from her. Scrambling to her feet, she raced toward the carnage, just as a new surge of angels appeared.