Creepypasta Judge Angels Novels & Stories

She felt the ceiling staring back at her. Blank. Empty. Maybe numbness is its own kind of grave. A knock at the door. Sharp. Two taps. Like a judge's gavel sealing a verdict. She didn't bother sitting up. "Come in." The door opened, swallowing the silence in the room. Not a maid this time. Bella. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, green eyes sweeping over the room like a blade looking for something to cut. They landed on Iris sprawled across the bed, and her lips curled.

We can try to get your sentence reduced so you won't be banished from the pack. The pack mates around us began whispering and pointing at me. "She's clearly just guilty and trying to squirm her way out of it. I didn't realize she was this irresponsible." "The Alpha hates cheaters, but he hates liars even more!" "You've made a mistake, Sierra, so just confess. If you lie on top of your crimes, they might authorize wolfsbane interrogation, which will tear your wolf soul to shreds!" I ignored the chaotic chatter around me and kept my icy gaze locked on Dale and Maya.

I could not even look at them. I got to my room and locked the door. I was so scared for my safety. " How long has this been going on? What did Angel do? Or is she paying for the sins of her father? Did Japheth do something to her?" I kept asking. My head was getting hot as well, and I felt like it was going to blow off. Why would anyone think of hurting little Angel? It was unthinkable. So many silly people were in this house, and it made me sick. I wonder what kind of food is being served to Japheth.

"I drained him dry. I couldn't stop. The taste... the power... it drowned everything else out. When I came back to myself, he was already gone. And...I...I was still hungry." Noelle's breath hitches. She doesn't move away. She just watches me, her eyes shining with tears. I force myself to meet her gaze directly. "If I taste you—even one drop—I don't know if I'll be able to stop at what's needed to quiet the spirits. I don't know if I'll be able to stop at all. I could kill you, Angel. I could drain you until there's nothing left and still want more." My voice cracks again.

Angela’s POV “Oh, Look who arrived late! Guess we’re having Miss Santos and Mr. Jace to face the punishment!” said our lecturer together with our classmates who started teasing us. I was surprised when Jace suddenly spoke up. “M-Ma’am, I’m the only one to face the punishment, Angela found some scrolls but I didn’t.” “Jace…” I mumbled. Miss Paula raised an eyebrow at us. “Oh, really? Then you’re right, you’ll be needing to face the punishment alone.”

Angel’s POV Angel was still kneeling. And he was angry. For whom—himself or the savage bastard—he didn't know. Maybe both. Or maybe he was angry even with fate itself. He could still taste him in his mouth. Bitter. Sour. His mouth was stinging like it had been kissed by acid and bad decisions. When in truth—Angel had just given a stranger—a man to boot—a blow job. That’s the cold hard truth. His crying eyes narrowed.

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

he whispered huskily. He ran a hand along my jawline and I hissed in pain retracting from his hand. He frowned at me before he raised a hand and slapped me across the face. "For an angel, you sure are weak and pathetic. No wonder your own mate doesn't want anything to do with you. I don't even know why the guy that paid us wants you in the first place" he spat at me and walked out of the room. "You're lucky he wants you untouched and alive" one of the other men in the room mumbled.

She noticed that. "Is this where the death process is?" Asked Ardina anxiously, irritated and mixed with fear in her heart. "Have all the soul's been ripped out of their bodies?" Asked the Angel with wings bigger than the other Angels. His voice was booming. Very scary. Ardina keeps holding her mouth so she doesn't say a word. And it seems that angels are more powerful than other angels. "So they are really the angels? Angel of death and his assistant angels .. ??" she mutter trembled. Guess what she was witnessing.

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.