Angel Mika'il Novels & Stories

a ginger hair man introduces, shocking everyone present in the meeting hall except Brendon. " Captain Mickel can use his magic only ten times a day. And yes Mickel is Hybrid of werewolf and elf that's why he has talent in magic. Be respectful towards him, you all ," Brendon says. " Oh that's very nice." Logan enters the details of Mickel and moves on to the last captain. " Codename Nick, I'm Healer. I can use my healing abilities to cure the deadly wounds of our members." Logan gives him a curious look because Nick appeared very anxious to him. His long black hair and green eyes were going well with his short height. It looked like Nick was a teenager. Logan stopped typing on his tablet and

Can he tell that I might be in trouble? As if on cue, his deep voice floods my mind. My knees tremble from the intensity of it. 'Angel? What's wrong?' I don't answer, determined to make her talk. "Do you know who I am?" Sabrina growls as she moves. She's increasing in height, her skin turning dark blue. Her eyes are a bright yellow colour. Holy shit. "I'm not sure. Why don't you tell me what you are?" I say, even though my heart is racing now.

Blake said as Michael left the room and returned to the car to move it back into place. Blake looked at the remaining women in the room and noticed their concerned looks. “What are your opinions about what Michael said?” Blake asked them. There was silence as all contemplated what was revealed. Maia was the first to break the silence. “Michael is an Archangel who was always Yawayer’s right-hand man, and for him to turn against Him seems not right. So I don’t trust him in what he wants to do. Maybe he is using you to get into Hell and destroy it once and for all, knowing that you would do whatever it takes to save the mortal realm; maybe it’s an excuse.” Maia commented, bringing doubt to Blak

" And what does this have to do with last night and the super weird way we slept at your house? "I had to use magic on you, because of the heavenly dog," I explained, still with my arms crossed. To my relief, Zylah stopped finding it funny, but looked at Anne with visible disbelief." Miguel is an archangel. He's meant for me. And together, we will have to save humanity from the fury of the top-face.

Michael cracked an innocent grin that hid the truth. He wasn't my supervisor, but more a messenger between the Almighty and myself, so here I was again, squaring off with him verbally, like many other occasions, when the Almighty sent his orders. His smooth to sharp features, deep eyes with white bleached waves perched on top of his head looked like the basic pretty boy pop idol. Forget the chiseled bodies that are portrayed in bringing you that rough manliness. Michael was lean, tall, and all smoothness of rolling snowy covered meadows. He was the first Angel I had met and taught me the basics of what an Others aura felt like, what most of them were. I forgot most of the information then an

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

However, the rule is the rule. “You know, she can't. That devil is immortal and much more powerful than Viola. Even if I can't handle him alone, then how can angels expect Viola? She doesn't even have all her power,” Michael roars again, he can't believe how Angles turned Viola into a space goat. Just for her sins, she had suffered a lot, now, when her soul incarnated again these angels did not allow her to breathe again.

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.

"Angelic energy. But it's corrupted, tainted in some way." The room stiffened at his words. Lucifer, now finally noticing Mikael's absence, spoke up, "Where is Mikael? Why is he not here?" As if on cue, the doors of the conference hall opened, and Mikael Heaven Cassius entered, his white robes flowing gracefully behind him, representing purity. The room fell silent as he approached the table, his presence serene yet commanding. Mikael's eyes met those of the council members, and he spoke with a calm certainty. "I sensed the same energy you described. It is indeed angelic in nature. But it is pure yet corrupted, a distortion of its original essence."