Crying Angels Novels & Stories

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. **

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.

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.

Then they could get ready to accept the next case. However, Esther couldn't concentrate on her work, thinking constantly about what Laurens Vermeulen had told her about the 'Scarlet Angels' and what she had seen in the drawing. While Leo was busy, she took out a piece of paper with a drawing, and on it's back wrote the names of the angels Laurens had mentioned and their supposed positions in the 'squad', if you could call them that. She also made notes about how the female angel, Saraqael, was eager to complete the mission because she didn't believe in human justice, and male angel, Rathanael rushed her so they would disappear before people saw them. It showed that the 'Scarlet Angels' made

while still holding the card that he gave me and he left. Darling went to me and she is crying because of Angel’s death. She hugs me and “I can’t believe that Angel is dead now,” She said while still crying. I tapped her back to comfort her because I feel the pain that she is feeling right now. Angel is my friend too and I am also hurting for what happened to her.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

I couldn't believe that I destroyed the cabin completely. I dropped to my knees in despair and let out yet another painful cry. The tears ran down my face like a river as I sobbed uncontrollably. I did this. I vaguely remembered the warning I had received from the angel when I thought I was dead. She had warned me that I had the power for good and also for great destruction. I had vowed to myself from that day that my powers would only be used for good. I wanted to laugh at my old self as I now stood in front of my own destruction.