Crying Angels Novels & Stories

eight in a teardrop form. I heard the humans scream for victory. Raising their weapon in the sky to show Victory. I saw hope in the lost souls too. I saw a paper with pride written on it, burned before it touched my hand. The task is done and the seven deadly sins are gone. The barrier gets thick again. The heaven opens and the seven archangels kneel including Michael who is fighting the Nephilims to protect the humans. I defeated Samael and he is gone, same with Maria. The Nephilim that he help to escape just to give terror to humans are gone too. As well as his army of angels. They all turned into ash one by one as when their master got defeated. Husk and Tusk returned to themselves. A cu

Tony’s face jerked sideways. Expression did not crack. But Tony faked his crying. “Fucking drunk,” Angel muttered coldly. Distant. And with that, he stepped away from Tony. He straightened his white suit jacket. Then he walked out without looking back. But his heart— It was thundering. **

I shoved Leonardo aside and staggered out the door, driving alone toward the cemetery. In front of the grave, I dropped to my knees, with the ruby ring in my hand. I laughed wildly, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes, as I clawed at the dirt with my bare hands. Soon, my hands were torn open, covered in blood, but I didn’t seem to feel a thing. I just kept digging.

I need to hold it. If I collapse now... if I’m not strong... Angel won’t be able to take it either. But fuck, I can’t do it anymore... I’ve held them for too long. Tears just slide down my face, and my breath fails, with a sob finally escaping through my trembling lips. One by one, the tears come out, overwhelmed with emotions so intense that all I can do is try my best to do it silently and not let her hear me crying… Because I know that family is the most complicated and scary thing in the world, our deepest wound... But if it’s with Angel, I can do it.

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.

I flung open the door, wailing, and threw myself into the arms of the visitor, my tears staining their shirt. But something felt wrong. Since when did Rachel develop such muscular and strong arms? Blinking through my tears, I looked up with a pitiful expression, only to see Jared standing there. I stumbled backward, whether from drunkenness or dizziness, I wasn't sure. In a swift motion, Jared caught me, wrapping his arms around my waist and drawing me into a comforting embrace as he gently patted my back. Regaining my senses, I pushed him away forcefully. "What are you doing here?" I demanded.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

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.

She sighed, looking at her hands. "I'm sorry. I can't help you there. Plus, you were my mother's best friend. It feels awkward." "I know, I'm a few centuries older than you and called you a baby angel on your last visit but then I realized angels are only babies when they are in the first 2 years of their life. As soon as they turn 3, they are young angels until they are 7 years old. You’re just a young angel. Not a baby angel. And I’m still are very attractive and it doesn't matter in angels because we never grow old. We're always young." She shrugged.

Amber POV. During the last fifty years or something, heaven has been going into war with hell, they have gone insane, and they started to drop casualties, demons are dying, angels are dying, and others are falling. Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them.