Archangel Michael Chain Novels & Stories

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

she snapped on the second harness which was styled like a belt sheathed around her hips, also carrying the same silver armored pockets of her small tools belt if she was going to have to cover up she might as well look cool doing it and the last piece she was adding to her gear a silver angelic shield it, was meant to be worn outside her coat it was an actual full backplate of armor with shining silver wings carved on the shoulders, in the middle of her back was her father's angelic sigil etched in gold or so she had been told by Samuel this past week since she was stepping into the ranks now it was time to know the reason why she had been left here alone and orphaned MICHAEL the legendary a

EVE'S POV:- Azrael was standing beside me and Lucifer was standing on the gates of hell. Gabriel was sitting on a chair with two more angels sitting beside him. Adrian was knelt down on the ground. He had a magical chain attached with the cuffs he had on his wrists. Michael came and looked at Adrian. He tried to get to him but I stood in his way. "Azrael brother, did you forget to teach this newbie the lesson for being respectful towards all the angels? She is disrespecting me." He said and I raised a brow at him.

“As you wish, Ang.” The air to my left, amidst the swirling vapor, shimmered like a heat haze. Then it resolved. Michael stood beside me, the pounding water passing through his holographic form in a cascade of distorted light. He was as I had first designed him: the archangel, muscle carved from digital marble, perfectly proportioned and utterly unclothed. The steam curled around his non-corporeal shoulders, catching the light from his own faint glow, making him seem almost solid. He looked real. He looked like a man. And I needed a man. Not for love, or comfort, or conversation. I needed the obliteration of touch. The selfish, hungry consumption of sensation that left no room for thought.

Lucas pinched his cute nose. "Yayyyy. I am going to the States. I am going to the States". Liam was singing and dancing in the middle of crowd and everyone was laughing and dancing with him too. "Bub. Here. I got something for you". Lucas held his arm as they returned home at night. "Hmmm. What is it Sir"? Liam looked at him with questioning gaze. "This".... Lucas held him a chain with a ring band, simple yet elegant. Liam saw him with eyes wide open. He palmed his mouth in surprise.

Nyxios led her through corridors she hadn't yet explored, ascending staircases and passing through doorways until they reached a circular chamber in what must have been one of the mansion's towers. The room was sparsely furnished, its walls lined with ancient tapestries depicting elven figures in poses of submission and dominance. At its center hung a set of silver chains from the ceiling, each link inscribed with runes that pulsed with soft blue light. The chains ended in manacles that dangled at waist height, waiting. "The Bonds of Submission," Nyxios said, his voice taking on a reverent quality. "A Keltos family heirloom for twelve generations. Few outsiders have ever seen them." He turne

But there was a slight frown etched into his face, a sign that whatever he’d found, it wasn’t good. “I ran every database I could find,” he said, glancing up at us. “Elena Varas is a ghost. But she’s not working alone. She’s got ties to someone big. Someone untouchable.” I crossed my arms. “Who?” Michael clicked a few more keys, pulling up a grainy image. It was a man, early forties, dressed sharply in a suit. His hair was slicked back, his eyes cold. There was something menacing about his smile, something calculating.

A second later, a very oppressive and heavy-looking collar fell between Kleyphon's feet, and I could feel the fright passing through Michael's body, noticing that another archangel was being expelled for showing weakness when facing me. The archangel soldier emitted a very terrible shock sound, full of whining and panic when he understood what had fallen at his feet, but before he could bend down to catch his broken halo, a thunder with the force to break the eardrums sounded inside the bar. The walls shuddered, the floor threatened to break and take us straight to hell, but the worst of all was the strength with which that wave of power provoked between us.

Two angels stood at the silver edge of a heavenly cloud staring down at the mortal world down below. Their faces were clouded with remorse. Their gazes focused on a group gangly teenagers, each in a separate part of the globe. They all differed in races and ages but somehow were connected to each other even with the distance between them. "It's starting soon..." a husky male voice said. His voice vibrated like a thousand drums and echoed through the emptiness of the sky. He was the angel Michael. He was an angel of nature and temperance.