Arcangel Miguel Tattoo Novels & Stories

Walking into the kitchen, I stop and stare as Miguel makes me breakfast, completely oblivious that I'm in the vicinity. He hums along to the music playing, his bare back flexing as he moves from one place to the other, his hair in a bun. My eyes lock on the angel tattoo on his shoulder blade and my thighs clench together.

he fretted. “Your Mark, where is it?” Azrael queried again. Carter nodded as if he finally gets what the siblings were talking about, “You think I’m an immortal?” “You think you’re not?” Ouriel retorted back quickly with sardonic sentiment. “I’m not, really.” Carter replied, he put his hands up to his arm. Instead of a Mark, Azrael saw a dragon tattoo in his inner left bicep. “Look kid, you need to stop lying.” Ouriel demanded. Azrael glances at him.

At least he didn’t break the surface of my skin. “It will leave a mark for a few days. Let it remind you, and everyone else who you belong to. Me,” he comments, adjusting his shirt. “Plus, Ren will see it, and because of it, he won’t touch you when I’m not around to keep an eye out.” Rushing to the mirror on the other side of the room. Pulling my hair away, I see already on my neck, a purple bruise forming. I mutter profanities under my breath.

My mouth began going down from kissing his neck to that strong broad chest, my eyes were closed but then I looked up to catch his expression after he held back a groan in his throat, but my eyes landed on his chest who welcome me with a new tattoo, I brushed my fingers on the ink, This tattoo was a combination of words which I knew was Spanish, those words were completing a circle and huge deadly snake was printed between them, starting from Amor (Love), Escapar (Escape), Desamor (Heartbreak), Venganza (Revenge), Misión (Mission), I could few words of it. “What is this, Armando,” I examined the details of that horrific tattoo, my eyes couldn’t move from it, It was obvious from some words tha

Father whispered but I said nothing. "Sorry," I mumbled, trying to steal a glance at the unbothered man behind us. He looked to be about 7ft with black hair and grey eyes, his body built. A dragon tattoo on his neck. "Great another bad boy." I thought before rolling my eyes. "Ace, this is my daughter, Angel," father said to the large man. But all Ace did was stare. He didn't say anything or move just stared at me like I was some freak.

Angelus replied Rheagal while walking towards the direction of the bus station. ”Why should I go to your place when I’m not yet your boyfriend??” Rheagal asked the exiting Angelus while walking hastily after her, trying to catch up with her. ”You really are a funny dude but don’t you worry! I like you and I haven’t really dated any guy since the Seven Hundred and Ten Million Years of my existence so let’s give this a try and see how It goes but mind you…...............If for a second you try to break My heart….........................I’ll kill you in a heartbeat or I might never forgive you and even If I do?? I'll never go out with you again.......................so Impress me very well then

"What exactly do you plan in doing in exchange?" "Well, I'll see if I could risk bringing your mama home to you, well that's if she's alive but at least we would bring her body if she's dead. There was a tense stretched silence, but Xavier knew that Mick had no other option but to accept, the guy was desperate. "Then it's a deal" Mick responded. *** The Santiago club had an underground building and Xavier walked down the passage way to the main place in the club that 'deeds' were done.

SAKI Responded. “Let us meet where the stars gather, and where the sun has failed. The divine glass has been empty for too long.” Jared continued. “Yes my Lord.” SAKI responded. One could tell that as SAKI responded, he was bowing his head wherever he was. The tiger in Jared was beginning to find expression. He was the Leader of the Seven eyed dragon Mafia clan, drugs, death, was nothing new to them. But they had always operated under. That was how Jared got his nickname, SHADOW. He was never seen, never known.

❞ this invitation. Angel doesn't like night parties because she doesn't like the darkness that hides danger, but right now she doesn't care about her own safety anymore because, even to live, she feels she doesn't deserve it. Her twin died because of her; her sister paid for her carelessness. It was as if she would carry this feeling forever—the feeling that she couldn't sleep or eat because she felt guilt. Should she blame herself? An accident is an accident; no one likes it, but why can't we avoid feeling guilty about it? But at this point, she is taking on everything; she's the one who made a mistake and the one who must pay the merciless world for her wounded heart.

"So it would be kind of you if you explained to me the reasons for this. Why can I see and hear you? Why have I always been able to do this, even before I went into hell? Since I can't see the other archangels, how can I see you?” Miguel lowered his head at the end of my shower of questions, and absent-mindedly rolled a ring on his index finger. I took a step to see better. Although the terrace is considerably small, our distance was still great. He raised his head again, and I froze my steps a meter away.