Angel Mika'il Novels & Stories

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

Only the sound of vibration echoed around the field. “Then I will give you something that I never showed to anyone either.” Angel said and his body bones began to make a cracking sound then the next thing that Mira knew, she was up in the sky. Angel managed to kick her up to the sky but not that high since he appeared behind her and gave his crescent kick.

She is pure, sensitive, loving, and kind; she means no harm to any creature, good or bad, believing everyone deserves a chance. My father, Bernael the Fallen, followed Lucifer on his fall from grace. Bernael, known throughout Heaven and Hell as the Fallen Angel of Darkness and Evil; his only care rests on his love for death and destruction, pain and agony; nothing else holds any place in his heart, not even me, it seems. My Mother, heartbroken discovering the truth surrounding the man she loved, refused to speak of him with me. Only sharing that he was evil itself and we had to stay hidden for our safety.

Michael whispered to me " But one thing is for sure they were once human before becoming what they are now" I replied, they all had a moon tattoo on their neck " I have seen that tattoo somewhere," Micheal said trying to recall where he had seen it " Angelina has that tattoo," he said. What does Angelina have to do with this " Why is Angelina involved in this," I asked, Michael stays quiet for a while " Because Angelina works for Bathsheba," Micheal said

the fallen angel stared at me "as much as I love this feeling of comfort..." Smile, a faint smile that didn’t reach my eyes. It was obvious that Anneliese wasn’t there just to greet me and talk about Quinn -, not that she didn’t love her, not that we weren’t close, but... in the end it was Anneliese we were talking about. Anneliese - the 3rd priestess of Samael, the 3rd Imperial wings. Her power rivaled that of Azrael, surpassed that of 3 of my princes and even if Asra was in her full power, Anneliese would still be able to survive a fight with her.

And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

Where traumatized souls came to forget after their deaths. According to Michael, the archangel who had been my guide as an angel, their god was able to give his “holy power” to those that he deemed worthy. But he was unable to take it away. That was the “world’s work,” for all were made in their god’s image and all were full of his glory. He was unable to take that away from them. Funny, I’ve never seen him on the moonlit pack runs.

The glowing yellow color of their eyes indicated that they were attuning their views to the heat spectrum, trying to run her heat and smell signature through the database they had locked on to their brains. One of the sniffed at her and sniffed harder then suddenly switched back to human form, his clothing material also switching back with him, and immediately adjusting to his new frame. “Annabelle Hades, oh god of the wind and seas,” the guard exclaimed, moving towards her. “By the stars and by the clouds, Andre Khaid. It is actually you.” She moved forward and jumped into his outstretched arms in a hug sending ripples of unexplained emotions through Dave.

Mikhail nudges her shoulder and says, “This is my mate, Nevaeh. Her father is Mathias, the head of the Council.” I take the female’s hand and squeeze it gently. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, luv. It’s rare to see female angels in our world. Angel’s have difficulty bearing children. Even half-blood ones. ” Nevaeh smiles. “Yeah, Mathias told me that too. He said that I was his miracle.” Michael stops beside me, diverting my thoughts back to the matter at hand, “Frère, I believe the Siren a un point,” has a point. “What if it is as simple as Lana passing?”