Red Angel Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I could perceive even the slightest odours or fragrances from very far distances. The scent hit me again, slower this time. I retorted at it. Slowing down my jog to a speed walk. It was becoming even stronger as I was almost at the alley entrance. I stepped onto the main road. No cars. No people. No vampires, but just that scent... I felt the gentle push at my back. My vampire instincts kicked in and I swilled on the spot. The bright colours from before exploded again behind my eyes. Reds and yellows, blues and greens. I was staring at an angel, a beautiful angel. She fell slowly, I cocked my head to the side. It was like someone had hit the slow motion button on her.

Ramos said as he led the way to the corridor with the ghost wolf at his side. Angela understood. When the wolf spirit had invaded her dreams, she’d been able to see through its spirit as it ran free through the moonlit forest. Angela stepped from the room and heard shouting and banging. At the end of the corridor the dungeon’s double doors groaned and creaked… to be continued…

She couldn't shake off the sense that their destinies were entwined in a way beyond their comprehension. As days passed, the peculiar phenomena persisted. Agnes found herself more drawn to Jairus than ever, and an unyielding bond seemed to be forming between them. She also noticed that Jairus's red eyes were becoming more frequent, and his hunger for her presence grew undeniable. His mannerisms were shifting, as if an inner turmoil was consuming him, yet he remained fiercely devoted to her. Agnes decided she couldn't keep ignoring these changes. Seeking answers, she approached an elder vampire, a sage renowned for his wisdom and knowledge of ancient vampire lore. After explaining the peculia

a female elf with bright red hair muttered as she kicked aside the dead bodies of the other participants they had murdered. “It seems so…” the second angel, a male with sparkling blue eyes said. “Wasn’t he an elf?” asked the last elf, another male with violet hair and eyes. “They’re the only ones who crossed into this door before us that are alive. It has to be them, just like the trailing voice said maybe one of the hidden obstacles is illusion magic?” the female angel stated. “Hm… we’ll have to close in to confirm.” “Alright.” With that, the two angels spread their wings as they each grabbed an elf before approaching the river to confirm their sightings but just as they flew right up the s

Ariel What? I stare at the man in disbelief as my heart threatens to burst out from my chest. He carries himself with dominance and his presence reeks of power. Fuck me. Goddess, I can stare at him all the time and never get bored, I wish my beasts were present. "Where is my baby?" my mother's fake voice interrupts the beautiful moment as she hurriedly approaches my bed followed by two men. Looking at their red eyes, it only means they're vampires. What is my mum doing with vampires?

TEASER As I walked through the thick grass covering the forest floor, a strange hum whispered through the air. A faint, slicing sound that instantly triggered my instincts. An arrow. And it was heading straight for me. I froze and spun around. Just before the arrow could embed itself into my forehead, my left hand shot up and caught it effortlessly. In that very moment, a soft, sinister laugh echoed around me. “Angelicca…” a cold voice sneered. “That name doesn’t suit you. You’re worse than a wild beast.”

I lifted the veil, letting him vanish safely. Marilla cut her hand again. “Let’s see if you are stronger than the Darkness, dear niece.” Our hands united as multicolored flames—orange, red, white, blue—swirled around us. Marilla fell as the Supreme powers left her body. Specter’s eyes widened. “Aminda, your eyes… deep purple.”

Zane pointed out. “True,” the other blond man admitted. “The myth about this place had ous curios, and we decided to get here early. I see the myth is true. There are angels walking amongst mortals in this place,” he added, looking at Ava with an appreciative look. Ava looked back at him with uninterested eyes. He might be a blond hunk of yum, but she had Zane. Other men were like beautiful silk flowers when you have the real living plant to enjoy. They could never compare.

We chanted; "Troubled blood with sleep's unease, Remove the cause of this disease. Sleep eternal, nevermore, And shift the source of illness borne, To this poppet whom none shall mourn." Awaken the sinful spy who disguised as a saintful angel. Among these kids a impostor is hiding. Among us. -----Annie Chan---- I am back!!!! Daily upload of chapters is going to happen! See you!

but the chief raised his hands to stop her. “Enough of this drama Agent Shirley.” He said. “Whatever problem you two have, I advise that you solve it before I take you both off the case! Now Agent Shirley, tell me what you’ve learned about this homicide so far, and why there’s “angel of death” written on the wall, in red.” ---------------------------------------------------- Shirley came out of the apartment building and spotted Azriel right away; she hurried to her and tried to apologize for keeping her waiting for too long. She tried. She called her out countless times, but it seemed Azriel had been kept prisoner in her own mind for some reason. Her thoughts were so far away and lost and