When Angels Cry Novels & Stories

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

I don’t even know. I stepped out of my elevator for the whole day of work. Feeling so tired and empty, my mind is clouded with thoughts. I looked up and my heart fluttered seeing my Angel standing in front of my door. With tears flowing on her pink cheeks. Her eyes showed hope when she saw me. Jesus, why is he crying and what is she doing here? I really wanted to ask what was the reason for her crying and I was willing to make the life of whoever did this to her miserable. How dare they make her cry!

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

"They sent Luna and me to train at that devil's facility twice a week. The clan's children were never subjected to such danger, as their safety was paramount. But we were being groomed to be their bodyguards, so our safety didn't matter. We were assigned separate missions but in the same location, strictly forbidden from interfering with each other's tasks. Then, on an unfortunate day, a powerful devil ambushed Luna. She wasn't as strong, and I couldn't bear to watch her suffer. So, I made a choice to save her." Tears welled up in Emilia's eyes, her voice barely audible through her grief. "Our incharge, a cruel and heartless individual, witnessed my act of defiance for that I was beaten hars

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

He even gave me a one-day grace period so I could still enjoy my freedom. Like why the hellcrap did I end up this way? I know I'm not a good person and I deserve every misfortune that life has to offer, but what the flying fuck? Seriously? A cunning supernatural creature with a horned skull for a mask? Bruh, if the universe wanted to punish me, they should have sent a sexy vampire instead.

Arwan announced, “It was an angel crying for help. This is very rare; I'm privileged to experience it once all my life.” “Who the heck would have done this?” Bruno murmured. "For an angel to cry for help, it's something very serious." “An angel was locked and is desperately crying for help,” Arwan stated, “Angels seem to be connected to you Melonie.” “Why?” I asked curiously. “Because you are pure,” Arlo responded calmly. “If an Angel is crying to me for help, Doesn’t that mean I'm supposed to help?” I reasoned out.

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

Salvation near if only they would see her. Her crawling, desperate to see their faces, only to be met with the impossible sight of their wings folding in to cover their backs. The upturned underside of heels and toes as they kneeled. Crawling again. The angels turning again. Their mumbled prayers missing her ears. Their abandonment of her unmistakable and harrowing. And Harrow.