Arcangel Miguel Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

Miguel thought about it slowly. “Yes, how about 'Valsha'?” Aeliana smiled. “Valsha sounds great and adorable, Your Majesty. But where would you like to tattoo that?” Miguel thought, knowing that only three people owned his heart: his mate, his son, and his people. Giving Valeria space in his heart wasn't that bad, right? He pulled down his robe a little.

he asked, his voice low and tender. I nodded slowly, a small smile breaking through. He swung his legs over the bed, and grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. I stared at the tattoo covering his entire back. It was a dark angel with black wings, and a female angel with brilliant white wings enveloped the dark angel in a gesture of comfort. Around them, deep red and black roses were intertwined. It was like it was telling a story to bridge the chasm between light and darkness. My eyes were glued to the way he moved his body. The muscles in his back bunched together, and his biceps jerked when he pulled his hand back to rub his neck. He cracked it side to side.

The tattooed snake between my breasts moved smoothly, bothered, so I stopped touching him like that, and started poking him to see if he woke up. Miguel opened an eye when I hit his rib, and his expression came out of that forced relaxation of fainting into an agony in the face of something extremely painful. He frowned when he noticed me, then turned his eyes to study the surroundings, becoming absurdly livid to understand where he was. Miguel stood up immediately, bowing soon after the pain of sudden movements. Moaning, he took one of his hands to the top of his back, looking with his fingers for the imperial and beautiful wings. Disappointment, sadness, and regret swept his face when he f

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.

After I complete my mission with Julia in Paris, Angel Alba asked me who I wanted to be the guardian angel next, I called Liam peters, I know what you think, that's not Vegas name, but if I told her I wanted to guard Vegas, she was going to do a background check on him and find not only is he not human, his a vampire worst he has the Dracula bloodline in him, that would have caused more trouble than necessary, but I didn't lie, I came to guard Liam peter but only because his scent was close to Vegas, when I left Vegas with his adopted parent, I spray a little Gold dust on him, so I can tell wherever he is when I come back to earth and I can also dictate the kind of energy around him, that ho

I’m just hoping it’ll not rain or else I’ll get no sleep. “I’m sorry,” I lift my head to see the man I am looking for these past days to some and help me. “Angelo, you’re here,” I said sobbing. He kneeled down to cup my face and wipe my tears out. “I hesitated when I realized you are a Sagittarius, I’m sorry. Seeing you like this changed my mind,” he continued though I don’t understand a word. I don’t want to understand anything too. All I want is to get out. “Please help me.” “I will.”

I asked, annoyed. He scratched the back of his neck and for some reason I followed his hand and saw the tattoo on his neck. It's a Butterfly! I just remembered that bitch Annalise had one like that too. So he's a member of the butterfly gang. My day got even worse! Good thing they don't know me. Should I get a Dragon tattoo? And "eat" that little butterfly! What am I thinking. So annoying! "Oh, I'm sorry pretty lady. I was in a hurry. By the way, I'm Adrian Regalado." He introduced himself smiling and extended his hand.

And miraculously, there are tears that are now gathering in the corners and eyelids of her eyes. “Please?” Angel again begged. “I can’t go home because I’ve already paid for this game, and it’s quite expensive. They don’t want to give me my money back.” “Come on, Angel. Let’s go,” Kate patted Angel on the shoulder, but Angel turned her shoulder to signal Kate to remove her hand. This time, Gemma did not remain silent. She grabbed Nero’s arm and hugged it, then glared at Angel. “He is mine. Move away.” After that, Gemma led Nero away from there, towards the game arena at the back of the building.

I wasn't accustomed to that. Men leaving was familiar. My father emotionally abandoned me years ago. Emilio had physically abandoned me on our wedding night but Azrael stayed. I remembered turning beneath the sheets and finding him sleeping on his stomach, one arm beneath the pillow. The black feathers of his tattoo disappeared beneath the sheets and stretched along his shoulders revealing the full tattoo on his back. The Angel of Death. One of these days, I would have to ask him what made him get such a tattoo. In the meantime, I'd traced one of the feathers gently.