Creepypasta Judge Angels Novels & Stories

“What’s with the get-up?”Rachel asked.”Halloween on the other side?” The Angel Of Death rolled her eyes.”My latest…client,shall we say?...He was a lowdown pimp and drug dealer.This was his idea of an angel,carrying him off to paradise.Which,believe me,was not where I took him.” Gabrielle closed her eyes and in an instant,her outfit changed,from the trashy dress,to her more traditional black,hooded cloak.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

“He isn’t! Were you never in Sunday school? Julian is of the Fallen Race, one of the angels damned and hurtled to earth for mating with mortal women and contaminating mankind’s genetics, siring children that grew into giants. In the Old Testament these ancients, and there are many, bestowed forbidden knowledge and sorcery upon their offspring: the cancerous hybrid rejects who were in turn hunted and burned so adamantly, driven into outer darkness. For thousands of years, before the Culling and after, the unnamed have roved and seeded the daughters of men in an agelong quest. Walking the earth, spawning, the exact way old Julie fathered your wife. Fathered her half-angel soul right out of the

Susan closed her eyes and snapped them open, repeating the process a couple of times. "Before I lose my shit, can anyone tell me what the fuck is going on?" Gabriel demanded, eyeing Angelina like she was a ghost. "It's me," Angelina said, smiling at both of them. "Hi!" "Oh my God!" Susan screamed. She rushed forward, throwing her arms around Angelina, and started crying. "For the love of all my sanity, tell me this isn't a dream," Gabriel exclaimed, still standing frozen in place. "Are you a ghost or something?" he asked Angelina, who sniffled, pulled away from Susan, and took a step toward Gabriel. "Am I drunk?"

I was more than happy to oblige. I quickly removed my clothes and went to her. I maneuvered her with her ass high in the air and I entered her from behind. I was an ass man, and she had the nicest damn ass. I slapped her cheeks greedily as the lights started to flicker on and off in the house. “What the fuck?” I heard someone say. Travis answered, “apparently it happens when two angels fuck.” “They’re angels? I thought she was a vampire.” The same voice said.

💋 Author's Naughty Note: This chapter is not for the faint-hearted (or the underage 👀). We've got steamy scenes, filthy mouths, and emotional chaos. If you're not ready to sweat, blush, or clutch your pearls—maybe skip ahead... or don't. 😏 **18+ only. You've been deliciously warned.** Angel's Pov. Soon, the car came to a stop in front of the company building. I thanked them for their services and stepped out. As expected, I was met with a gallery of judgmental stares and murmured whispers. I didn't flinch. I kept my high, spine straight, and walked to the elevator like I couldn't hear a thing—even though I heard everything. I stepped into the elevator and took a deep breath

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

The creepiest person I’ve ever met. Flanking him was Eliezer, a black man who liked to match Azer dressed in all white, was one of the oldest angels that helped found this Order, and… I had to blink to be sure I was seeing right. I saw an uncomfortable and annoyed Aidan glaring at the scantily dressed woman on Azer’s right.

Zane asked, irritated to have been called down for a simple debt collection. “You can say that,” Jax said, he looked serious. Another shriek sounded from within the counting room and Zane had had enough. He walked over, unlocked the door and pushed it open. By nothing but sheer luck the stapler that came flying missed his head and hit the door frame. Zane’s eyes followed it as it fell to the floor with a second crash. He looked up and saw an angel. It took him a moment to realise it wasn’t an angel, but a scared and crying woman.