7 Archangels Tattoo Novels & Stories

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

“Order fights for the light while chaos fights for darkness. Never forget the boundary between good and evil just because you started to frolic with a pathetic zombie!” This action of the arch angel earned him a deep frown from Damon who remained as a third party not until he could tell that he needed to meddle between two angels. The moment the leader of the arch angels was about to raise his hand again for a second slap against the apprentice angel, Damon decided that it was the right time step forward. On cue, Damon stepped in between the father and son as he caught the arch angel’s wrist. A pair of dark blue eyes and ruby red ones met halfway.

“What about Larkin’s ancestor. Ronobe? Where is he?” Ru asked “Same place as Larkin,” Cutter replied. “Although he has managed to escape many times, which is how Larkin came to be.” “And Thanatos mentioned his father. Azrael?” Once again, Cutter nodded. “He was sent to Hell a long time ago, but like Ronobe, he occasionally escapes, and one of us has to catch him. Azrael is one of the few original Archangels who have fallen that continues to operate on this side of eternal damnation from time to time.”

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

He laughed so hard that tears formed at the corners of his eyes. “Yet, that idiot Victor kept the box and threw away the Christmas gift himself,” he sneered and shook his head mockingly. “Rachel, he’s not worth your loyalty.” He extended his hand again. “I want you as my blade, and my patience is limited.” I shook my head. “I refuse to join the Falcone family.” Vincenzo’s sharp gaze swept across my face. “I have a better idea.” I smiled as I reached into my bag and took out the ring that symbolized the Donna, placing it in his palm.

"I see you still like to tease, my love!" I wasn't surprised that the male oozed power and resilience. My angel always did have a type! His light brown hair caught the light showing flickers of gold and red. But that was not what caught my attention. My eyes narrowed in on his head; his hair cropped short on the sides, which was a cocky move on his part, considering what looked like demonic tattoos, invisible to the untrained eye, inked boldly to his scalp. They looked like specific markings; from an ancient text, that I had seen only once before. My interest was thoroughly piqued!

He is the 11th ark angel who pledges his loyalty to protect God's creation in the form of a scorpion, as his holder will be torn in between good and evil, light and dark, and the Yin and Yang due to his abilities nature, and the sin that revolves them all. SAGITTARIUS- The 12th ark angel who pledges his loyalty and guardianship to protect God's creation in a form of an archer. He has the ability of alchemy that lies into the forbidden science and the infamous philosopher’s stone. His holder is the manifestation of the manipulated desire and false truth that will play both sides of salvation and destruction.

These eight were the archangels. Archangel Michael, commander of the Legion Michael, angel of War and Power Archangel Raphael, commander of the Legion Raphael, angel of Vitality and Healing Archangel Gabriel, commander of the Legion Gabriel, angel of Messages and Guidance Archangel Uriel, commander of the Legion Uriel, angel of Wisdom and Fire Archangel Raguel, commander of the Legion Raguel, angel of Justice Archangel Sarakiel, commander of the Legion Sarakiel, angel of Peace Archangel Lucifer, commander of the Legion Lucifer and the bright morning star, angel of music and radiance

It looked perfect on her and thankfully it seemed to be the right choice. Angel’s eyes zeroed in on my newest tattoo that Uncle Dante designed. My brother had the same one. It was a bold choice, but we wanted her to know that she was going to be our choice whether or not there was a fated bond. It was a galaxy scene that morphed into an image of Angel’s beautiful face. ‘Angel – My Queen’ was written in calligraphy. “We had these done last week and are definitely our favorite tattoos,” I said, winking at her.

“You brought another human here? This has never been done before. I should ask Mother about this, though I really don’t care for this one.” “I was hoping you wouldn’t. I have a reason for being here.” Arabella turned her disdainful look on Adrian who was cowering behind her. “Never seen and Angel before, Adrian? Take a good look because he is someone you will see real soon.” Gabriel stood in all his glory. At six foot eleven, Gabriel was the tallest of the Arch Angels. He wore old roman style clothes. A gold breast plate covered Gabriels chest while white cloth draped across his shoulders. Gabriel’s wings were at half mass. All in all, he was an impressive sight.