I Hear The Angels Cry Novels & Stories

Inspector Davis said looking at Jonathan who was still sitting on the floor. "Check the house," he instructed the other two officers and he called the ambulance. The officers broke into the house and it appeared to be empty. They started checking the rooms downstairs. They climbed the staircase when they found nothing downstairs. They entered the rooms on the top floor one after the other. There was one room that appeared to be locked and they could hear someone crying inside. "That sounds like a girl," reported one of the officers. "Errr, we are looking for a missing girl. Whose cry were you expecting to hear?" questioned the other officer rolling his eyes.

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

Darius POV "Angel" I rush towards the direction from where I heard my angel's soft cry. She is on the ground unmoving. She is not even breathing. "Breath Angel. You cannot take her away from me. I just got her back. Please take me away as well" I cry with pain. I just got her back, he cannot be so cruel and take her away from me. Please Angel come back to me. I press on her chest to help her breathe. I blow air into her mouth.

It was the Cry of the Creator. Miguel dragged himself through dark alleys, being flogged by the rain, which descended hot and painfully through the stumps of wings at the top of his back. He was bleeding, staggering, and passed through empty sidewalks, crawling against the walls that made shadows in every new thunder that rumbled in the skies. The most Vraxious archangel in heaven, the one who judged humans and determined who was worthy to enter paradise, was fleeing from his obligations. The archangel continued on foot to his goal, a very discreet and familiar apartment complex. This time, he didn't come through the terrace, he didn't land with his beautiful and imperious wings. He came wal

Adolphus’s P.O.V. (Continued) Angel was also crying, but no voice was coming out of her mouth. “Just take your training more seriously than you already have been taking, pups. I beg you. Do this… n… not for me… not for yourself, b… but for those who were killed only be… because your enemies didn’t want you to be born, Angel. Do this for themselves.” Cathy continued crying, exhaustion taking over her entire being.

He screamed so hard that humans felt a thunderous earthquake in several countries on earth, that the archangels sneaked out of their skyscrapers to peek down. Vraxlon squeezed a woman's fragile body against her armor when he hugged her, and I found myself falling on my knees before the image of that other life that I didn't even remember; in the face of what I swore to be a tear rolling down her face... He gasped, as if he could feel an unimaginable pain, and truly cried. He cried with the same strength with which he had shouted for my name... Like a helpless child, like a hopeless adult. That fallen angel who could never feel any human emotion, did not cry for his freedom taken, did not cry

ANGEL “I s-swear, Mr Vale, she just climbed upstairs to bring you coffee, how did this happen?!” Mrs Martha’s hysterical cry broke through the air. “I’ll dial the doctor right away!” I couldn’t focus on her words or the sounds of her hurried footsteps. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Just him. “Angel!” Daddy called again, but I still didn’t open my eyes. I wanted to hear his voice just a little more. “Baby girl, look at me,” The deep gravel was making my eardrums tingle, I could have sworn I had an eargasm when he cursed, “Fúck, Fúck! Fùck!”

All I can hear is the sorrow and anger in Izzy’s cry. “NOOO!”

Hearing his harsh words, Alisha's tears intensified, and she sobbed even harder. Alice strained to listen to her cries, and amidst the sound, he realised that he had his angel right there with him. Her voice, even in distress, was like music to his ears. Without hesitation, he gently lifted her onto his lap, disregarding the slight lift of her shirt caused by his sudden action. With a commanding voice, he asked, "Why are you crying, Angel?" "Let me go, you murderer! You killed my love." Alisha cried out in pain.

"Didn't Mommy miss me? Why did Mommy sleep so long?" Sean's tears fell, and he quickly wiped them away. Sean hugged Harriet's little body tightly, then he rubbed her shoulder a few times. "Mommy will be up soon, honey. You have to wait a little longer." "Daddy... What is this?" asked Harriet as her index finger approached the corner of Angel's eye "Is Mommy crying?" Sean stared in disbelief at Harriet's finger, before he finally touched the corner of Angel's eye. Gosh, Angel was actually crying! What is going on? Can Angel really hear their voices?