Archangel Michael Chain Novels & Stories

She was back to life, but she looked weak. She glared at me too, forcing a smile on her face. “Angel,” I whispered under my breath. Tears were already forming in my eyes. I wanted to hold her! “Yeah,” she responded in the same manner, attempting to move, only to be reminded she was chained as well. Ace clapped twice and got our attention back to him. “It's your lucky day today. Just have a chat, talk about anything; secrets, feelings, kiss, I don't really care. All you have is…half an hour! Use it wisely!” He concluded and stormed off.

Markings burned on their bodies as the readied themselves to launch their counter attack. “Ready Lilianith?” “Yeah, let's go.” Lucifer and Lilianith blasted from the ground, destroying it further and began to unleash a fury of kicks and punches towards Michael, the said archangel only dodged without even much effort. His fingers were pointed at their foreheads and he instantly paralyzed their mobility, freezing them in place. Michael poked them on the foreheads, sending them spiraling to the ground, midway he extended his hand and utilized yet another of his abilities causing the chains to spring from the ground and fasten themselves around their necks, hands and feet holding them in place.

“I promise, now tell me.” “My name is Michael, and I really am the principal of Prophet’s Point Elementary School. But I also have another job. I was sent here six years ago by the company I work for, Brethren Security and Investigations. There was intelligence gathered alluding to some kind of disturbance here, but nothing specific about who it involved. I’ve been on alert ever since. I am one of the Protectors of the Good. I am an angel, an immortal.”

But Michael was quick to react, blasting Lutan away with a sonic boom right from his mouth as he said the word, "Too Slow." Lutan was sent flying away, but just as it seemed that his plan had failed, Balphegar and Madeus appeared behind Michael, tying him in chains formed from their Sabers. They threw the tied Michael down, sending him crashing into an abandoned building. The two Devils held the chains, trying to keep Michael down.Out of nowhere, Lutan came crashing into the body of the chained-up Michael, his Saber raised high for a killer blow. Lutan thrusted his Saber in the form of a Trident into Michael's heart, forcing the Holy Archangel to his knees. The Merged Fallen Archangels final

I hid behind its stone wing, tucked between its chest and Eden's leaves. The archangels- for they could be nothing else- ringed around the burning flame. They stood like eagles perched atop cliffs, wings interlocking like chain mail. I studied the raised altar. It was like a nest of fire, blazing madly in a volcanic dance. Tongues of flame lashed the air. I'd given up all hopes of rationality, accepting the madness around me. Michael's voice rose like a clap of thunder. The ground shook beneath me- I clung to the stone angel, frightened. Samael glanced over his shoulder, eldritch face alien with an emotion that may have been concern. His song tore at my heart. I glanced away, back a

"I am deeply and truly sorry, angel. Please find it in your heart to forgive me." His fingers lightly slid up her arm to the tiny sleeve of her nightwear and he slowly pulled the sleeve off her shoulder, replacing his fingers with his lips and she almost hissed in pleasure. "Greg..." She tried to speak but it only came out as a weak whisper. "Greg I..." She stiffened and felt him freeze behind her as they were interrupted by Cameron's loud wail.

Michael had a reputation even back then amongst the Angels, he was one of the favoured like Laurent and was send on earth often to collect reports on the activities going on down there. But he mistook the creators favour into something entirely different, he began to brag and belittle his fellow Angels as if they were his slaves. When Laurent was exiled Michael chose to stay on earth permanently as a resident, he didn't delay in the reports but his deeds were anything but worthy of an Angel. He had become a sinner with angelic wings. Breaking someone's heart was an unforgivable sin and he did it repeatedly, countless times. The laws of the court had bound the Angels and the council to try an

The air in the room thickened, humming with anticipation. In a burst of white light, two figures materialized above the floor of the chamber and began a slow descent. Michael and Gabriel, archangels of great power, shone so brightly that many demons spontaneously fell to their knees, covering their eyes. Michael's armor of gold shone as if it were the sun, his wings folded in perfect symmetry, while Gabriel shone with a serene, calm light that seemed assuring yet commanding. Both looked upon the gathering with a mix of appraisal and silent warning.

… [Rachel’s POV] Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room, I looked at Vincenzo and commented with a smile, “I didn’t think you’d have bought Marco over.” Vincenzo nodded. “He was mine from the beginning. He’s been embedded in the Medici family for seven years.” He weighed the ruby ring in his hand and added, “If you die, Victor will launch a full-scale war.” I shrugged. “The war has already begun.” “Since you’re not joining the Falcone family,” Vincenzo snorted, “I have no reason to help you. Unless…”

He was aware of his brother's exaggerated behavior, but since he had agreed to assist, he saw nothing wrong with letting him off. Just once. Or…never. “Let him off this time–” Donatello told Marcello. Martin gave a sly smile as Marcello approached him. “–but still keep him bound by the chains.” he finished and turned to walk out. “But–but–” Martin tried to protest. “Keep him gagged too.” Donatello told his aide before leaving. “I thought you were going to let me off the hook?” Martin asked before Don exited the room. “He only meant to stop the beatings, not free you. You must be foolish to believe that the boss would let you go.” Marcello told him.