AngelsofFallen

The white wolf stared up at the full moon, big and bright it was. She longed for it and let out a low howl to show her affection. On the cliff she sits howling wisps, growling hiss. From the shadows the wolf of black watches, and ever so curious is he. a twig snaps and whites ears prick up, she turns. Black emerges from the shadows, slow and steady. White stares cautious, but ready. The two wolves exchange glances, knowingly so. "Leave." White growls, brows frowned. "Oh and why must I  do that?" Black asks. "I've only just got here." He says. Whites stare darkens, the hairs of her back and tail stand on end. She growls low, deep, and mean.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, . . . Humans. We have all gathered here tonight to witness the greatest show down in creation!" The crowds cheered, and a wave of excitement started. Monsters and humans, demons and angels, from all around had come to see this fight. Bets were being made under the bleachers by some humans and a couple demons. There was a certain chill in the air, but that could be the speaker. He stood in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand, with the two who were battling. "INNNNN THIS CORNER WE HAVE THE BIG BAD DEVIL WE ALL KNOW, LUCIFERRR!!! AND IN THIS CORNER WE HAVE THE ANGEL YOU WOULDNT WANT TO GET ANGRY, EVERYBODY ITS MICHAELL

"You are broken! Flawed! An Abortion!" I may be broken, Or flawed, Or unwanted. But at least I'm not you. Angry at the world. Just because you didn't get what you wanted. Alone. Because You blamed everyone For what happened to you. Now you've Fa     l       l         e            n And no ones going to help you Back up. So who cares If I'm broken Or flawed Or unwanted? Your the imperfect one. You can't feel. You can't love. All you can do is hate. And I feel Bad for you.

"Listen kiddo, I have to leave. . .you cant tell anyone, can you do that for me?" Gabriel asked, at eye level with the little angel. She had caught him before he left heaven. Andrea balled her tiny fists and wiped the tears from her eyes. "But I don't want you to go!" She whined quietly, grabbing hold of his hand and pulling him towards her. He smirked, but it wasn't his usual big happy type of smirk, it was a small sad sort of smirk. "You're gonna be ok Andy, Mike and Raph are gonna take care of you and the others. . . You don't need me." He argued with her, lying to himself as he did. Pulling her into his arms, he ruffled her hair affectio

After Crowley's lecture was finished he sent Stryker to his room to think, locked in of course. Two guards stood outside of the bedroom, incase he somehow managed to unlock the door. He laid down on the bed silently, with his arms behind his head. Thinking about his next escape plan, and wondering how he'd do it this time. He brought his arms down and set them on his chest. Stryker held the cross, which he originally had around his neck, in his hand. He held it up and twiddled it in his hands, staring at the words engrave onto it. "Stay True" is what it said on one side, on the other it said "from G." The G stood for Gail, the cross was gifte

          Rogue sat tapping his three claw-like fingers on his desk. They had claimed yet another minuscule planet. Things were looking grand in everyone's opinion. Nothing would stop them from claiming much larger and more important planets. A knock came at the door and Rogue straightened himself. "Enter Patron of Boogana" he said in a booming voice.  "Patron of Boogana" was the appropriate way to introduce a boogeyman. Do it any other way they would be insulted. Boogana being their true planet's name, though it was destroyed long ago. The door creaked open and in walked Rogue's second in command, Azellp. She approached his desk and stopped

   The days after Lucifers fall from heaven, were by far the most depressing days of Andrea's life. She had been just sitting at the edge, staring down, and crying. She wouldn't move, even when she was told to. Andrea sat their day and night, not doing a thing except praying for her brother to be ok. The remaining archangels (Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael) were at a controversy over what they should do about this. Michael suggested  that they make her move and go to her room if she wished to sulk. Raphael requested that she be demoted to Cherub (Cupid) standards, and work with them. Gabriel simply argued that it was just a phase, that they sh

       Thunder crashed and lightning struck, creating flashes of light in the cloud scattered sky. The rain came down in drops, lightly hitting the ground of the dirt road. Wind started blowing furiously, which sent the rain hurtling in multiple different directions. A boy walked along the roadside, fog hung around his bare feet. The lower half of his pants were covered in mud and the hood of his jacket did little to keep the rain from hitting his face. A small cross hung around his neck, he tucked it back under his hoodie and walked on. The small voice in his head was telling him to turn around and go back to the hell he had just escaped fro

Name:Stryker Age:27 DoB: June 18th Race: American Species: human Hair color: Brown Hair length: Short but shaggy Eye color: lavender Height: 5' 10" Weight: 180 lbs Abilities: seeing into the future, being able to see people for what they really are, hearing angel chatter Sexuality: Straight Likes: sweets, Scotch, wondering around the world, people, any music except metal, Dislikes: angels, demons, smoking, cats, coffee Bad habits: talking to himself Weapon:hand gun (located in backpack) Tattoos: Black angel wings (on back), anti-possession seal (in between wings) Scars: four long claw marks (on chest from a hell hound) Outfit: dirty faded bl

They say everyone has angels, and demons. One for each shoulder. Whispering advice, and maybe even secrets. They argue, and fight physically at times. Feathers fly, and blood is spilt. Is that the example they should be setting? No, but it is what happens. When the time comes, they will leave you, to make your own decisions. They wont always be there to clean up your messes. So what will you do then?