Angel Mika'il Novels & Stories

It is said that the greatest sin an angel can commit is to love something or someone more than God. ~ JMFelic (An overview) *** Heavenly Realm Hundreds of Years Ago “Are you happy now?” Mikha’el queried when they were left alone in the middle of a spacious hall. He was standing in Aestaroath’s front, looking down at him in frustration. Around them showed nothing but white; white colossal beams, white clouds hovering mid-air, and white stairs going to an elevated altar where a bright, golden throne was.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

She offered him a gentle smile before stepping forward to bow low before the queen. "Your Majesty, with all due respect, we have traveled a long way to be here, and we only wish to see for ourselves whether our packmate is well," she said calmly and humbly, keeping her head bowed and gaze averted. Layon watched the queen examining Angel, watched the way her brow raised and her face turned to a deep scowl. "And you are?" "Angel Hale, Silverdale omega, Your Majesty,"

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.

“Wait so your name is Angel?” I ask Daerius’ sister. “Yeah, fits great doesn’t it?” She scoffs. “That’s because you try your hardest to prove that your name doesn’t fit,” a man says, walking up to us. “Oh! Lyza this is Gamma Mykael, he gets to hang out with us today. My brother never lets me leave without at least four guards and either Mykael, our Beta, or himself,” Angel mutters in annoyance.

"Mika used to— Come here?" "Well, fuck me now. It's Crassius. Crassius Aurelius. Amika's elder brother. We're dead." "Whoa. He's as pale as she said he was" "Are his eyes real?" "He's actually pretty. Angels of death are always pretty, aren't they?" "Cream?" My head is spinning but I feel her hands hold me. Looking at her again has me flashing faces between her and Mika before I hear her voice. "Cream, are you alright?"

There were an Angel Arin was just listened them and said I wanted to go on the earth. The God saw this and said to the Arin that okay you can go there.But one condition. Never tell anyone that you're an angel and never use your power to to save any human life cause if you do that you will be punished with die. Arin accepted this and goes out to the earth. On This time in the earth the the king Henry was rules the whole Britain. He was the most powerful king in this time. He had a beautiful daughter which name was isla. Everybody in the kingdom called her the Goddess of beauty.

It’s said with respect. I step forward, Liam putting his arm out, holding me to the spot next to him. “I’m the Guardian, my name is Angel. What do you want?” I ask him. “I am King Urien, Guardian. I understand that you have had a bad experience with some of my brethren.” “Those ‘brethren’ are dead.” Liam growls at him.

One side of it was wide enough for him to squeeze through. He hoped. He looked outside to make sure that shadow wasn’t a trick. “Hey, cool! Dolphins!” Michael waved. “I like dol-phins better than sharks. They smile.” And, more importantly, they were on their side. Logan took one last look down the corridor. Past the dead Brutus and into the inky darkness. Angel was back there. With at least three other makos and a sea monster who’d once been a goddess. He had to save his son. That’s what Angel wanted. “How about we go meet them, Michael?” Tucking

"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.