Arcangel Miguel Tattoo Novels & Stories

For a full minute, I do nothing but gawk at the intricacies of ink beneath ripping muscles. “You have an angel tattooed across your back,” I whisper. He turns, but only half so I can see his face and still get an advantaged view of his tattoo. “Not just any angel.” I peer closer to study the fine lines and shadows etched into his skin. “He looks like he lost everything and still chose to fight.” He chuckles lowly. It’s a gravelly sound that echoes pain. “That’s the point.” My fingertips hover, itching to touch, before they finally do. He tenses at the first contact. “Why a fallen angel?”

RAINA There’s an air of rebellion I feel every time I step inside Tattoo Heaven. Come in and get inked by an angel or a demon. Angel always brags that his wife, Avery, must have sold her soul to be such a damned good artist. The way he looks at her with love in his eyes reminds me of the way I feel when Rex can’t keep his eyes or hands off me.

"This is him." Aaron doesn't respond immediately. Just takes another drag from his cigar. Studies the bound figure with detached interest. Like he's examining a specimen. A curiosity. "Remove it," he says finally. The tattooed man yanks the sack off roughly. And there, blinking in the sudden light, terrified and disheveled... Is Miguel. Elena's boyfriend. His eyes are wild. Darting around the room. Taking in the luxury. The armed men. The man behind the desk smoking casually like this is all perfectly normal.

/“In Vegas. He was with some wolves I didn’t recognize. I didn’t approach, but I know it was him— he still has the fucking tattoo.” The matching tattoo they got when they were still friends. Before the mate bond tore them apart. The room feels like it’s spinning for a second, and I have to force myself to stay calm. If Zane is alive … fuck, that changes everything for Orion. But we can’t deal with that right now. Aeron needs me, and whatever is going on with Zane will have to wait. For now. Nero clears his throat, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Everything alright?” he asks, his voice low. He knows something’s off, but he’s waiting for us to tell him.

“You ever think maybe we went too far at that house?” “No.” “You sure?” Angelo didn’t answer right away. He just stared down at his coffee cup. The silence dragged. Then he walked over to the kitchen table, picked up his phone again, and dialed a number he hadn’t used in months. An old junky from the edges of town. The kind of guy who saw everything because he never went nowhere. The line rang twice. Then a scratchy voice answered, “Yeah?” “You seen Miguel?” A pause. Then, “Ain’t seen him. He was at that gas station off the highway. Actin’ twitchy. Kept lookin’ over his shoulder like someone was followin’ him.”

Isla went to the palace. Arin took the arrow and started looking at it. Who can attack them.If the owner of this arrow is something other than a human, then he should know Arin that Arin is an angel.And no one can be higher than an angel. Arin was very angry. He changed from his human form to his true form, the Angle form. And he shouted, "Who has the courage to shoot arrows at me come forward?"

‘MC Royale. I think this is the place.’ Mariko looked up at the tall building in front of her and read the signage. She went inside and asked the receptionist on what floor the CEO had located. She immediately went up to the 20th floor and headed toward the room of the CEO. The executive assistant greeted her as soon as she arrived at the 20th floor. “I came to see Miss Orianna McCartney. I’m Agent Angel.” She introduced herself using her codename and told the secretary about her intention to come in.

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

"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.

This was not how soon they were planning to fight the Angel. "So, he chose me after all," Tenshi muttered. "Oh, you're done so quick, Pika." The Arcangel Pika opened his eyes and stared at the ice blue eyes of his nemesis, the Angel of Death. He hates those dull eyes of Keisuke, they were too cold he can't stand them. "Well I beat him up like you told me to do, didn't I? Plus! You said I can do whatever I like," he told the Angel of Death, his voice sounding annoyed that he was talking to him.