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 was surprised to feel remorse coming off the son of the alpha in waves, yet she was not surprised that he sat silently, listening to his second as he made fun of her. What else should I expect from the son of the man who banished my father? Ang asked herself, continuing to walk away. Bile rose in her throat at Jason's next words, "She might be a traitor's daughter, but she's hot." "Yeah, and I hear redheads are freaks beneath the sheets," Layon agreed and Angel's mouth began to fill with saliva, threatening to make her puke.

he whispered and went outside to find out some angels were out there trying to get some information, a gossip. They suddenly felt embarrassed when he went out from the entrance. But one of the angels came near him. "Is Abu won't come back anymore?" the female angel said, Mira, one of Abu's close friends. "Mira," he said. "Will he come back?" she repeated and he frowned, "I don't know, Mira. But no one could ever go back once an angel or a grim reaper killed a living creature. After he kills the vampire, he will surely die," he explained and Mira frowned. She wished that she was there before he vanished but she knew it couldn't be helped.

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

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.

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.