Creepypasta Judge Angels Novels & Stories

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

I spat. _____________ Third POV: Leyla, Angel’s wife, was considered a rogue since she renounced and fled the Blood Moon Pack. Rogues have a distinctive smell when they no longer belong in a pack. Their scent is described as an old dumpster or rotten eggs. _____________ “It’s funny how you’d think I would stay. I left for MY baby, Angel. You’ll never see her.” She smirked. “At least I know I left her in good hands in a peaceful environment, receiving the love she needs, you know…the type of love you know nothing about. You never deserved me, so what makes you think you deserve her? I don’t understand why the moon goddess fated me to you…you worthless piece of cra—”

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

"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.

The Netherworld Judge pointed at them and rebuked them loudly, his voice echoing all around: "A hundred years of cultivation, destroyed in a day. You are truly foolish beyond measure!" "Today, I will strip you of your positions as Ghost Escorts, erase your Netherworld identities, and cast you into Avici Hell, never to be reborn, as a warning to others!" The Netherworld Judge's tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation. He raised the Judge's Brush, which gleamed coldly, clearly intending to deal with them immediately.

The tension between him and Riya was palpable and the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut by a butter knife. When they were out of sight, she stole to where the babies are knelt beside them, cooing like a dove. “You guys take care of yourself, I’m sticking with these angels, and yes, they are sleeping in my bed tonight.” Georgia raised up an eyebrow, “Trust me, you don’t want do that. Especially when there is a life sized Annabelle doll in the mix.” Riya looked at her in confusion, “what do you mean?” “The female,” Anna responded, forking the last bite of pancakes down her throat, “she packs a punch.”

Anima yelled, turning around quickly. “What? I thought it was obvious because of our strangely colored eyes,” Angela said. “My apologies; we haven't introduced ourselves to you yet, have we? My name is Marie; I'm the Herald of Judgement,” Marie said, bowing slightly to Anima. “Im Valerie, I'm the Herald of Truth.” Valerie also inclined her torso slightly. “And I’m Angela, Herald of Fate,” Angela said, folding her arms against her chest. Anima just stared at them quietly with a shocked expression on her face.

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Stefano said as he eyed Jay, who remained amused by the whole thing. Jay stretched his arms as he looked outside the window. "It's a hunting season now that everyone in the Kingdom knows about Ezekiel's death sentence." "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Joshua spoke inside Jay's mind. Jay smiled on his own while looking outside the window. The Angels were speaking in different languages with each other. He knew every word that they talked of, but he chose to ignore them. Their main problem was to hunt Ezekiel down as Jay already gave out a death sentence on the fallen Angel. Unlike the rest of the Angels, Jay was tied to the living world due to his upbringing every time he died after helpi