7 Archangels Tattoo Novels & Stories

“All angels are blood thirsty. Look at Iraziel. How many people has he killed, trying to get to me?” “More than you think.” Noah replied, closing the book in his hands. Where Thorne was dark, brooding and the muscle of the trio; Noah was paler, louder and the brains. Well... as brainy as you could get, when you were a demon. “Archon is a thousand times worse. He is one of God’s highest generals, only just under the feet of the Arc-Angels. And let me tell you one thing… you don’t want those fuckers anywhere near you. If you think Archon has plans for you… The Arc’s are worse. They won't want to keep you alive, they will want to skin you and make an example out of you.”

“There’s no way he’s an archangel.” My mouth fell open in shock, “What?” “His back… He’s got what looks like brandings of wings.” He explained, waving his hand. “The doctors said that these are consistent with Nephilim, but there hasn’t been one of those in thousands of years. Angels are forbidden to intermix with mortals for fear of creating those horrors again. Especially an archangel.” Alexander took a deep breath as I spoke. “What makes him an archangel instead of a Nephilim?”

his end. “Enjoy your stay in Hell, H, ” Marcus stated as he raised a crystallized hand. From it, a symbol appeared in the form of a heptagram encased in a double circle with markings and names of the great archangels. This in turn summoned their powers for Marcus to create a cage worthy to put the demon prince and throw him back to Hell, never to return again... never to be summoned back.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

I couldn’t stand I fell on the ground and I was completely off. I dreamed and I was on a different planet and a host of beings had surrounded me. Most of them were angels and archangels. Some of the Angels have about 6 wings, some of the angels have four big wings and some have two wings. Two of the Angels with six wings held my hand.

The war angels and archangels exchange looks amongst themselves as they gather together to form a blockade to prevent Beelzebub and his forces from reaching the gate ARCHANGEL #1 : I’m sure you’ve gotten your answer, We are not backing down now and not ever so you can do what you want BEELZEBUB : Hmm, I expected nothing less well then you can die knowing that your destruction came at my hand Beelzebub faces his palm towards the blockade with a large dark ball forming, the angels create a shield and await his attack, Beelzebub smirks after which he lets his attack loose with a wave of his hand causing it to move like an arc towards them, before it can hit the shield a white line passes throug

So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise. "Don't be afraid! I want to help you heal. I won't harm you." The blonde girl tried to reassure me. In her eyes, I felt she wasn't lying.

Remmy's POV "And you're sure what you're saying is accurate? Because if you're in any way mistaken—" "I know what I heard, Sarathiel!" My eldest sister, still swaddled in the light of her Grace and tethered to the Host, frowned at my gruffness. As an Archangel, Sarathiel's wings were that of a bird of prey, specifically, that of the Eurasian eagle-owl, dressed in bold russet stripes like layers in sandstone. She kept them pressed close to her shoulders, disguising them as a fantastical shawl around her wide shoulders. Her dreadlocks swayed in the wintery breeze, and she tucked an errant lock behind a pierced ear.

There are even some paintings depicting angels fighting demons. "Here we are," Esme nods ahead. "The wings are where we start, and then we move from there." My eyes widen at the view of Azrael sleeping on the floor in his angelic form. He is wearing a hauberk, but it's covered in dried blood, which hints about Azrael recently having been in a fight. His blonde hair is messy, covering his face as he lightly breathes without a care in the world. It is rather funny how puny the women look next to him. The angel is dwarfing everything around him, which makes me wonder why he hasn't taken his human form? Doesn't he trust these people enough to let his guard down?

"Quickly, we must contain that energy tornado. Enril, Nara, follow me!" Seraphim cries out in alarm, and as he speaks, they all grow in size and power. They form a circle around the Greater Archons, who continue to rotate, now enveloped in the grand, golden wings of the Greater Archon of Aren, who holds the Greater Archon of Gil tightly.