Red Angel Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Chapter 30 — Aria's POV My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I tried to explain the vision. “The moon,” I started, swallowing hard. “It was blood-red. But not like a normal lunar eclipse. This was… different. Wrong. Like someone had painted the sky with actual blood.” Kane was pacing, wolf energy crackling around him like static electricity. I wanted to reach for him, to calm him down, but I could barely keep myself together. “Azrael wasn't alone,” I forced the words out, feeling my throat tighten. “There was an army of rogue wolves and hunters. Dozens of them.”

I even felt cold gusts brushing out past me. “Thank you,” I muttered, starting across the large room to the corner where Amy and a man her age stood, aiming the lights of their phones toward the rest of the room. I didn’t hurry, taking slow and firm steps as I kept sweeping the place with my LED. “Where are they?” I asked, halfway to the corner. “They’re gone,” the man said. “What were those sparks?” “Angels, I think.” I saw Amy turn to me, eyes like grapefruits. Both mediums took a step back when I reached them, looking at me like I was a little green man just beamed down from a mother ship.

“Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.” Bree slumps on the couch and rubs her fingers against her temple. “So, the nightmares are real?” Zoe sits down next to her and takes her hand. “Are you talking about the night terrors you've been having?” Bree nods, tears glinting in her eyes. “I always see it. It has glowing eyes and snake teeth. And I'm running from it, but before it can kill me, I'm saved

Nyx fainted, falling onto Elly. "Well, that happened." Len was growing more irritated with this by the minute. "Ostende te, tu ignavus!" He turned to Delirus and Erys. "Guard the Goddess!" They stood by her, ready to attack. The angel laughed and blew his whistle again. This time Delirus doubled over. "Looks like there's another dog here. Foeda daemon purgamentum!" Erys turned to Len. "Can I attack yet?" "Not yet," Len was watching the angel fly around, getting his description. "Orange wings, dark hair, gray mask and a rat tail." He swore under his breath as the angel flew too fast and disappeared.

She saw her own blood everywhere and began to scream. *** Far away at that moment, inside Shaw-Meredith House in the woods overlooking town, a once-divine fallen angel called Del’ardo awoke with a hideous start. The demonic being thrust itself upright, enthroned amid human bones and blackness, the woman’s flesh-face it wore twisting in distress. Seeking comfort, one of its hands inched slowly out into the inky dark to stroke the head of the pet at its knee. ***

* * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * * Midnight. Bethel felt taps on her shoulder from her sleep. The two grew more fierce and she had to open her eyes. "Angel" she called,seeing the little girl in her room. She rubbed her face with her palm and could see his worried Angel looked. "What's wrong?" She asked,sitting up on the bed. "Mom.... something.....is...isss...in my room" Angel said. "What's in your room?" She asked. "A ghost" Angel bursted out in tears and the hairs at the back of Bethel's neck stood..

“I give up, as I am tired.” He pleaded with his shivering hand as he still tries to reach for it and towards the reaper he believes and in presence to take his soul into hell. To the silence and dim-like shadows of the selected parts of the room where the full moon is shining and giving its light as it is reflected through the glass walls. Footsteps echoes as the silhouette of the reaper he claims finally introduces. To the light of the moon and the claim reaper, he calls pave its very image in front of him. His blurry vision from his left-right eye, picture out the distinct purple and crimson mix paired of eyes that somehow is illuminating in that dark and resembling both the cold of the ni

“You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.” “You don’t say?” Porcius nodded. “They raised a woman from the dead last night.” August near to choked on his flask of wine. “What?” “Yeah, these two gals prayed and chanted over this big ol’ pupa thing, a cocoon, like a butterfly, and it burst open, oozing blood and guts . . . and out rolls this beautiful woman, pale and red haired . . . nicely built too.” “Wonder why you’d dream that?’

Balancing the tray onto one palm, I reach the other to open the door whilst fussing over the unstable tray mocking my strength. "I brought you your meal, and I hope you have an appetite now...." My voice trails off and the door continues to expand open inwards from my push. What has my eyes expanding with the gravest shock that freezes the blood pumping in my veins, is the gruesome scene of the crimson-haired stranger feasting savagely on the neck of a palling and faintly struggling woman in a growing pool of blood on the floor. He's a Vampire!

Alpha Brock's voice was a distant anchor in the storm, his hand gripping mine with a strength that promised safety. A crack echoed in the room—a sound so visceral, it was more felt than heard—as my body contorted. Whispers of fur sprouted a Sapphire Blue-Black sheen that flickered under the moonlight. And then, with a shudder that rattled through my core, I felt it—the animalistic essence flooding in, filling every corner with my consciousness, drowning the human part of me in its primal wake.