When Angels Cry Novels & Stories

Tears welled up, blurring my vision and threatening to cascade down my cheeks. He was just as eager as if he had been waiting for this moment too. As I leaned over him, my arms wrapped around him tightly, and the tears that had pooled in my eyes finally spilled over, tracing wet trails down my cheeks. My sobs echoed in my ears, drowning out the silence that had fallen over everyone else in the room. I am sure that they must be enjoying our pain because they are all nothing but sadistic. I don't believe in humanity anymore. "How are you, Angel, and why did you come here? It is not safe for you," he said in between his cries, his voice breaking low but I could hear him clearly.

Although she had no emotional connection to the guy she still cried after he dies, it was her father after all. Mike has been with his family this entire time and he always looks deep in thought, I haven’t seen him shed a tear, in fact the only person I’ve seen crying was Olivia, while Gabe, Mike and Mel haven’t showed their emotions today. I don’t think that is healthy but who am I to say anything, they feel how they feel and one thing I know is that they are all messed up in some way or another. River is standing in the end of the room talking to some people and she gives me a small wave. I wave back and all of a sudden Mike stands up and walks towards us.

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 eerie sound and distinct smell of blood was getting prominent. Only Damien noticed the grim reapers that where going in and out then place. There was a particular one that walked towards Madeline, circling around her. Before Damien could react a faint light shone around Madeline, so bright that it ate up all the grim reapers in the basement. "This one cannot be taken...part of the angels, too powerful.." The last grim reapers cried out as it got sucked into the light. Damien knitted his brows lightly, pondering about what the grim reaper said.

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.

Adolphus’s P.O.V. (Continued) Angel was also crying, but no voice was coming out of her mouth. “Just take your training more seriously than you already have been taking, pups. I beg you. Do this… n… not for me… not for yourself, b… but for those who were killed only be… because your enemies didn’t want you to be born, Angel. Do this for themselves.” Cathy continued crying, exhaustion taking over her entire being.