Ten Thousand Angels Cried Novels & Stories

Inner Devil: ‘No… No! This can’t be happening! Lord, have mercy on me and my sanity! This is a Category 10 Drought in the Land of Naughtiness. I just saw a cactus cry! Charlie hasn’t had action in three hundred years! We are all drier than expired instant noodles!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Technically, it’s been just about three weeks, and no—we’re fallen angels. The Lord will not hear us.’

20 years ago " Spare me, spare me, please! " The female angel shouted as I was torturing her. " Spare you? You're the one who keeps trying to kill me! " I cut off her wings as she screams in pain she cries out trying to reach the sky. " No one will help you. " Theodore enters the room. " Any news on Micheal? I can't believe how he faked his appearance, I slept with him even. " I threw the angel's wings on the chair as Theodore came to hug me.

Anna pleaded with David to spare her life. "Please don't kill me, for the sake of God, please let me go. I want to live. Have mercy on me. I know inside you are a good human. Please have mercy on me." "This bullshit will not work on me," David shouted, raising his gun. "I beg you," Anna implored.

“If I remember correctly, you still owe me a bullet.” In that instant, Sophia broke down. She dropped to the floor and began kissing my shoes. “Rachel– No– Donna Medici, it was an accident. The gun went off by mistake… I’ll leave right now… Please spare my life. My blood isn’t worth dirtying your hands…” I stood up and kicked her away. However, she crawled back again, sobbing as she kissed my shoes. “Donna Medici, I beg for your mercy…”

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

Captain exhaled "they won't be the same in power and technology, the "Devils of the red Moon" will be even deadlier than before" he clenched his fists "we have to be prepared or else humankind will fall into the hands of those devilish bastards and we won't let that happen at any cost". Suzan looked lost all of a sudden, "Promise me... Suzan...promise me...." the last words of Lucas were echoing in her mind. "I wanna resign from my duties as a member of the 'Angels of the burning Sun' "

Amber POV. During the last fifty years or something, heaven has been going into war with hell, they have gone insane, and they started to drop casualties, demons are dying, angels are dying, and others are falling. Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.