Red Angel Creepypasta Mga Nobela at Kwento

That was the only word that I got hold of. I wondered if the Vampire had crossed their barrier so.. I waited for some time to listen carefully for a bit. "Uh..what's going on.." Anita asked curiously. "The angel...she's up but.. causing trouble. " "What did she do...Did she kill?" Anita snarled as she started going deep inquisitively. "No...she takes a host and.."

Crystal suddenly freezes. "Crystal? Hey Crystal stop playing around. Hey, snap out of it!" Her aunt shouted while shaking her. Just then her eyes changed colour. The left being light blue almost white and the right deep red almost like blood. The voices that came out her mouth were a mixture of an Angels voice and a Demons voice saying in perfect sync, "IT IS ALMOST TIME MY LITTLE WOLF. TIME TO SHOW THEM WHERE YOU STAND IN THIS PATHETIC WORLD. BE PREPARED FOR TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT." And just like that she snapped out of the trance while clutching her head.

My reflection stared back—not hers, but mine, yet wrong, the mark glowing, my eyes flickering black. “No,” I whispered, but the bond twisted, and I felt her—inside, rising, the mark pulsing faster. Lucian grabbed my shoulders, his voice desperate—“Fight it, Angel!”—but the mirror *moved*, not reflecting but *opening*, a portal, and through it, I saw the city, real now, its streets filled with figures, not human, not pack, but something else, their eyes on me, waiting.

Silence was present, and Rippa froze on the spot. For a moment, Angela sneezed, feeling a cold breath pumped into her lungs. Thunderstruck, lightning bolted, and a loud tons of rain assailed, and continued at full force, leaving a crimson color, sprayed through the dark sky, revealing the anger of the witches of the dark forest for invading their territory. A chirping voice cried out in anger. Angela's eyes widened in horror as they turned red, burning in flames. The lightning blasts bathed her face in a golden light and she screamed in anguish. Malison, Laney and Jelnimia watched in horror at the painting of the red face, as they screamed in silence. "Come on Laney, let's get the hell out o

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

Her personal assistant, Augustine, is dead! Killed! And on close examination Angeline discovered that Augustine has a bite mark on his neck. “Who could have done this?.. What could have done this??" Angeline said then looked around. “I have to get out of here," she acknowledged then started running away but then from nowhere a male figure with red, blooded eyes appeared in front of her and grabbed hold of her. “Ahhhhh!" She screamed loudly. “Why are you in a hurry to leave, beautiful? The fun hasn't even started yet."

ANGELINA'S POV: I saw sparkling emeralds floating before me, they shimmered and gleamed. I reached out my hand to touch them, they're beauty enchants me, I feel drawn by an unknown force. Just as I reach my hand to touch them, they disappear and I am left in darkness. Dread fills the pit of my stomach as the sound of a woman's shrieking cackle echoes around me.

“I saw all of the dead girls. They were impaled on dead trees, and there was a this…this thing with red eyes standing guard around them.” Azazel frowns and gestures to a nearby chair. “Tell us everything and start from the beginning.” Without another word, I maneuver her wavering form toward the empty chair. Amara gives me a grateful smile and slumps down. We wait with bated breath as she sits there and begins her story. “When I touched the book, it looked like the words were flowing to me. Then, there was this glow…” She stops and looks at the book again as if waiting for it to do it again. “When I woke up, I was in another place. The world…the world was covered in cinder like someone burne

“What aren’t you telling me?” “What you’re feeling is the effects of something called a morphling. It’s a type of paranormal parasite that attaches itself to a living being and feeds off their essence. It feeds off them till there is nothing left. The morphling is an automatic death sentence. There is no way to save the host because the moment it latches, the person's essence is corrupted, evil, there’s nothing salvageable of the host.” Ezra explained with a shrug and a deep sigh as he ran his hand over his face and through his hair. I blinked in surprise and looked at him like he was certifiably crazy.

"The display of chaos was caused by dark Angels, who manipulate and corrupt pure animals to their will. They want to hurt your wife, they want to bring down the heirs of the future before they are born." Did he just say 'heirs of the future'? He is talking about my children, I know he is. But the huge importance of those names makes me shiver. Caleb holds me and I let him. "You will need to explain more about what you just said, but not here. We are dealing with many threats and these lands have become unsafe." The Angel, who now we know his name is Raziel, simply nods and follows us. Demark and Smithson continue in their wolf form; perhaps they feel safer like this, and Pearl follows us clo