Crying Angels Novels & Stories

She had to find someone who would listen to her among the madness surrounding her. Beautiful angels flew all around her, great hulking men with long flowing hair moving almost gracefully as they crashed together in a macabre dance of death. Blood flew through the air as if in slow motion, limbs detached to a symphony of agonised screams. She was screaming inside her head, low whimpers issuing from her throat as she tried to find a way through them. Beautiful angels; terrifying deadly beings who filled her soul with dread. Eyes shining with glee, smiles of pleasure on each face as they ripped each other apart. She saw a break, whimpered in relief as she darted into the space where the angels

I wanted to cry because of so much annoyance but I couldn't because my mascara would get ruined and that man didn't even deserve a single tear of mine. But you see, a few days after I encountered him there in Expression Valley, I started to feel like someone was following and watching me. And actually, I tried to look for other clients again and not be affected. I still get one or two every day somehow, but I still feel like I'm betraying someone even though I don't even have a boyfriend. I mean, that's so fucking strange. In fact I was a goddamn horror and gore novelist for the freaking sake of voodoo dolls and I was actually planning to be a Funeral Director, yet I found myself screaming m

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

"We're in this now. All of us. For Gabriel. For the boy." She closed her eyes. A shudder ran through her whole frame. And then, for the first time since I'd met her in that glittering hell, Angel cried. Not the frantic, terrified tears of before, but deep, silent, soul-wracking sobs that shook her slender body. She didn't make a sound, but the tears streamed down her face, cutting through the grime and the bruises, a flood of pain held back for far too long.

Cassian said, cupping her face. "He is alive," Hailey said in a crying tone and Cassian said nothing gathered in his arms. She cried again incoherently in his arms. "Angry bird forgot me," Caleb's voice came from behind. Hailey, overwhelmed by the moment, eyed Caleb, who stood there with silent tears in his eyes. Slowly, she walked toward him. "I'm sorry, I couldn't save your baby Angry Bird," she whispered, her voice trembling as she broke down into tears again.

They had been waiting for him to awake when a nurse come to examine him only for her to declare to their utter disbelief that she was sorry they had lost their loved one. Her eyes misted over and she felt a tear slide down her. Then another followed from the other eye and another and another. They were tears of wrenching agony. A sob escaped from her throat, drawing her mother’s attention. The mother had seen the wounded look on Becky’s face and had tried without much success to console her. “Stop crying,” she had said. “I know how this is hurting but you can’t keep crying like this.”

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."

I shouldn't have said that, it's not what I think about you. My breathing became difficult again as the ebony— colored pupil of his eyes was larger than normal and too focused on mine. — I sucked, Angel. That day I... He searched for the words, I could see that he had regret. — You were hurt. — I whispered amid the silence and absence of the music. — Yes. — pressed his eyes hard. — And I didn't want you to see me like that... I didn't want you to help me. I was annoyed and... I pushed you, I said...

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.