Crying Angels Novels & Stories

Angels aren't easy to find, but somehow Charles found Emily, he's very own dancing Angel. He watched Silently from just outside the dance studio, she lifts her leg high above her head, if they were any longer they'd touch the ceiling. He observed her every move, the way she hummed the song as she danced, the way her hips swayed to the rhythm, her snotty laugh every time she made a mistake, her satisfied smile every time she got it right.

I don’t even know. I stepped out of my elevator for the whole day of work. Feeling so tired and empty, my mind is clouded with thoughts. I looked up and my heart fluttered seeing my Angel standing in front of my door. With tears flowing on her pink cheeks. Her eyes showed hope when she saw me. Jesus, why is he crying and what is she doing here? I really wanted to ask what was the reason for her crying and I was willing to make the life of whoever did this to her miserable. How dare they make her cry!

She felt full of beams thinking about it but then draw out her smiles upon remembering her poor angel. "Of course. Our angel is looking over us right now." "Do you think my baby is happy?" She couldn't help herself anymore. The tears she buried deep down inside now rose up and exited through her eyes. She was quelling herself from crying for the past two months because she wanted to show her family that she's fine, she's strong enough to handle the pain.

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

The eerie sound and distinct smell of blood was getting prominent. Only Damien noticed the grim reapers that where going in and out then place. There was a particular one that walked towards Madeline, circling around her. Before Damien could react a faint light shone around Madeline, so bright that it ate up all the grim reapers in the basement. "This one cannot be taken...part of the angels, too powerful.." The last grim reapers cried out as it got sucked into the light. Damien knitted his brows lightly, pondering about what the grim reaper said.

He extended his other hand and wiped the tears off the angel's face. He took a step ahead, crossing the transparent obstruction to the crying older without another thought. He was able to put his arms around the older as the other cried into his shoulder, clutching onto his shirt. Emotions all over the place, not realizing that he went through the curse without any damage to embrace someone's scars.

"Angelina here. Does anyone read me?" Silence. The cyborg tried three times and finally gave up. That's when she wanted to cry. But cyborgs can't cry, but real tears, so the sorrow turned to something else. Something hard and cold. Angelina stood there, Rasen hanging above, and sent her words raging into space. "Nice try, assholes, but no frigging cigar. You missed someone, and your gonna pay".

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

Angel "Angel?" Rachel calls with her voice croaking a bit. Ally and I run to her. I wrap my arms around her and let her cry. "Why are you crying, Chel?" Ally asks while soothingly rubbing Rachel's arm. Rachel pulls away and wipes her tears. "Angel?" Ace calls behind. Rachel nods to tell me that they can come. "Here," I call and turn to wipe Rachel's tears as I can hear the guys footsteps' approaching. "Tell me," I plead. She nods again before hugging me.

"Lily’s POV: Meanwhile, downstairs was bustling with activity. Angel had heard her mother’s voice earlier and waited in vain for her to come pick her up. Unwilling to accept being ignored, she began to cry. The little girl cried with a sense of injustice, her soft, babyish voice making “wah-wah” sounds. Her crying was sweet, but the tears rolling down her cheeks were rather large. This was genuine crying. My heart ached. I rocked Angel back and forth in the living room, but no matter how hard I tried to comfort her, the crying wouldn’t stop.