Red Angel Creepypasta Novels & Stories

While dozens of wolves with Renald in the front running on the street below us. “Sarah J Maas. She writes books about faes with great erotic sceeeeEEENNS!” The angel just took another sharp turn to the right. But a wolf jumped from the building on the right. Luckily, Renald had appeared –or as the angel said, winnowed, to the wolf and snapped its neck right then. “You have weird references, huh?” the angel continued, “Hold on tight.” “I’m already holding on tight!” “Then hold on tighter.”

Raven went on with the ritual. A dagger was pointed below Angelica's neck. The mercy that was once in Raven's eyes has ran away from him. Raven was now in his completely demon form. His inky hair grew more longer as it poured down messily over his face, spreading above his shoulders. His eyes became red and his nails lengthened. The dagger was used to slit Angelica's throat. The flaming eyes of Lucifer was shot closed as he prevented himself from seeing the scene. Blood profusely came out from the slitted part. The blood made it's way into the bowl mixed with the incense. The blood sent into the incense made every dead creature and paintings on the wall begin to move. All sarcophagus were op

Well after all, this is his world so it'd be natural if she can feel it. As she steps further into her piece, she saw a boy whose hair is long, his body so skinny, his face almost looking like that of the corpse bride. It looks like the boy is on his way to dying, just in this dim vintage looking place, his ice blue eyes dull. Why is she seeing things like this? Is the Angel of Death disrupting her peace? When Amorivia opened her eyes, her breathing heaved. She puts a hand over her heart, feeling it beating inside of her.

giving a real smile, instead it came off fake, like she was forced to do so, at that minute, I realized that was not her parents, and she was not the daughter, who then is her parents for her to carry a white witches blood, he knew that the last white witch died many years ago, when Makeficient was first destroyed, was there a reincarnation, she was a mystery, which he can't wait to unravel, Looking at the third message, it contains, who wants her dead, the message was not specific though on who wanted her dead, but it showed a probability that it is the people who wants Makeficient back, that wants her dead, knowing the fact that Carson does not know who Angelina was, and I was not plannin

She looks sad as she reaches for me. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. This has gone on for long enough.” I watch as she raises her hand and I try to move away. Her hand opens and hovers over my face. She closes her eyes and chants something in an ancient language. My eyes widen as the Angel roars in pain. I let out a deafening scream as I feel the angel being pulled from me. I thrash and scratch and throw my head back to be let go; she snaps her eyes open and looks into my very soul. She has a tear sliding down her cheek.

As I lingered in front of the mirror, I suddenly saw a man in the mirror. At first, I assumed he just needed to wash his hands, so I moved aside to give him space. But the next moment, his hand landed on my waist. Startled, my first instinct was to scream, but a buzzing in my head drowned out all sounds except for a muffled countdown. Before I knew what was happening, I was dragged into a small space while the door closed behind us. The last thing I remember was the sound of a heavy door slam. Then, everything that happened after that was a blur.

“Go for it. Cast away.” “Thank you.” Angelica stepped, rubbing her hands together before moving them about the book by several inches, her palms facing down to the book’s cover. Whispering softly almost to herself, a glow formed around her hands and finally settled on the book. “If the light turns green, purple, or red, it’s cursed with something. If it’s white, yellow, or stays blue, we’re good and there’s no curse. Negative magical intent will appear as an orange glow. It might take a minute or two to change, depending on how complicated the curse is.”

The blonde one leans closely and asks, “What do you do?” This is her first time and it’s hilarious. Azrael, annoyed and pissed at Nae, felt a run of mischievousness in her blood, “Fetch the dead.” Azrael said and glanced over the girl on her left side and quickly changed her eye color with the colors of Hell, flaming red.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

Chiara approached where he was sitting, she spread her shirt on the floor beside him and sat down. Neither of them spoke as they watched the sunset over the calm ocean. As she watched the sunset, he glanced at her. She was an unfolding mystery and every cover he peeled off her revealed something more awe inspiring. He turned to look at the sky and decided to give the connection between them a chance. She was more than a murderer and he knew she had some good in her, she was just born into the wrong family. The brilliant sun glowed bright and illuminated the ocean. The intense assortment of yellow, orange and pink colors all over the sky with the fiery orange sun going below the water, rays o