Archangel Michael Chain Novels & Stories

"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.

My hands around her throat; “Should I stop, baby?” “Nooo, so god don’t stop. I'm cumming, Kian. Don't stop, oh goddddd.” she screamed, “Who do you belong to, Angel?” “You, only you, fuck, I’m cumming,” she moaned. “Cum for me, Princess.” When I looked back, he was still there, our eyes locked, and he walked away. “Fuckkkk,” she screamed, her entire body lifted off the desk as she came screaming. I picked her up with her legs in my hands and started a mad thrust into her. She held onto me.

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.

I asked again to test her to convince me. “Many” “And who are you again? What is your role?” “I am Michael, and I am an archangel, who was assigned to gather all of the fallen angels to bring them back to heaven” She answered and I became speechless because I didn’t expect this all. I lost my wife, my career and now I am an angel. An angel of death. WOW!

They both watched him as if he were a ghost. Their clothes were tattered but clean. The only thing in the house was the mat they stood on. Angel lowered his blurred gaze to the chains around their ankles. They looked starved and emaciated. Walking to the concrete block where the chains were embedded, he pulled them out with a growl. And then brought out a gun Cole gave him and walked up to the couple to shoot the chains until they broke. Thin hands reached for his wrist and his shoulders shook with tears. "Angel," the female whispered. Angel dropped to his knees and allowed her to wrap her fray arms around his head. She shook with tears and yet not a sound came out.

Rik and Cara told Ailduin that they were able to mind link from those same distances. After Rik, Ailduin tested Clint. His Guardian line had gifts of distance with mind linking and strength. Both of those things were still true, even if Clint was restricted to a wheelchair. When he was done, he looked at Angel. “Are you ready to try more tests? Or would you rather wait until tomorrow?” “I’m good.” She says. “Can you mind link someone in your pack?” Angel’s eyes go unfocused as she reaches out with her mind link. When she refocuses, I already know the answer. I can hear the pack, but I can’t narrow down on one particular person.