Arcangel Miguel Tattoo Novels & Stories

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

she looked at him straight in the eyes. "That's because you are now a human," he said. "I know that," she was confused. "No, listen to me, Evangeline. The moment that you're tattoo was gone, it was the same time that you were no longer on a mission, and you're not an angel anymore." "What do you mean?"

And now you dare rub it on my face? What you think of it huh? I accept my lifestyle; I proudly wear my status not like you fucking double face. You want to throw your brother into deep holes of sorrow fear and tears, to hell with you. Fuck it. Do whatever you want to get him back. But remember, I won’t help you even if you crawl back to me. Leave before I throw you out". It was the Mafia speaking. Lucas; was a whole mafia himself. He went out of his penthouse to god knows where leaving a messed up Jeffery and a silent Parker behind.

I guess giving Miguel any sort of praise was sickening for him, “I've tried to kill him so many times and have missed, but you—” He shook his head, “You are his Achilles Heels. Miguel is like a demon that can only be killed at the hands of the angel he had fallen for,” he smiled. “So… what do you say?”

He walked over to where the men gathered and cleared his throat, getting their attention. They all raised their head to stare at him, one by one, a look he had gotten familiar with in their eyes. A look of admiration. He wasn't dressed in a shirt so his heavily tattoed chest and abdominal area were exposed. He had gotten another tattoo after Angelo's death. An eagle on his back and Angelo's name written under it, in Angelo's memory. ***

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

"Alonso is a great guard, but he is also old...I trust you with Rocco, better...Finish your breakfast, and we can meet in the study." Maria stands and pushes in her chair. " I am finished now." She had hardly eaten anything, but I wasn't going to hold it against her. My mother stood as well, as I placed my hand on Maria's back and led them to the study. "Rocco is also here to give you a branding." I tell her. "A branding?" She asked, with that fear in her eyes again. "A tattoo...everyone in the Archangel family have one." I showed Rocco where I wanted it. I had it placed on her upper left shoulder, that way her hair could cover it when she went on nice occasions. "It will only sting a li

A man came down from the first car and walked over to them. “Angel this is my wife, Larissa Diaz, now Larissa Sebastian. She’ll be traveling with us so call the pilot and make provisions for her.” Angel nodded and sprung away to action. “Angel,” Larissa said as she smiled for the camera. “I’ve never met a man who was called Angel.” Miguel placed his hands around her waist. “Don’t be deceived. He is an Angel of the devil. If not the devil himself.” Larissa got scared for a minute but she remembered whose arms she was in.

Arcangelo appreciated as he plucked the mug from her hand, making his way over to her sofa before settling down and taking a sip of the drink, a small smile making its way onto his lips at the familiar taste of the hot chocolate. After a moment, Rosalie came and settled down on the couch as well, her knees pulled up to her chest with her back against the armrest, her position allowing her a clear view of Arcangelo's side. They drank in silence as she observed him, a realization hitting her. "I didn't know you had tattoos." She spoke like an intrigued little child. Almost instantly, Arcangelo's movement halted as he glanced down at his inked skin, seemingly realizing that as well. "Oh, yeah,"