Archangel Michael Chain Novels & Stories

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.

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

And I didn’t look back. Selene was waiting for me outside, leaning against a sleek black car. “Well?” she asked. I crossed my arms. “What does Damien want from him?” She sighed. “It’s not that simple, Winnie.” “Then explain it to me.” She hesitated, then opened the car door. “Get in.” I slid into the seat, the leather cool against my skin. As the car pulled away from the curb, Selene finally spoke. “Michael isn’t just some rich man in a suit,” she said. “He has power in ways you don’t even understand yet. Connections. Secrets.”

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.

I am not sure how I knew but I instantly knew I was looking into the eyes of the archangel Michael. Michael was a very large man well over six foot tall. He had broad shoulders and large muscular forearms. His hair shined like pure gold in the sunlight, his eyes were such a dark shade of brown they appeared to be almost black. The mere presence of him sent electrical shocks pulsing through my body that took me several seconds to realize were actually fear. I had spent two weeks living with Lucifer without ever truly feeling afraid. This man, however, had me trembling with fear.

Whatever the latter meant. They relaxed their offensive stance at the sound of their master's subtle cough and peeled out of his sight when he tapped at the shoulder of the one that looked the most aggressive. "The Archangels are not some ordinary cult group, Angel. We are the rulers of the underworld, yes, and that's not necessarily a bad thing." He sat beside me and explained to me with the tone a mother uses when reasoning with her ignorant child. I couldn't believe my ears!

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

The cold metal was wedged between his lips. Making it hard to breathe and to swallow. Slick with his own spit and the taste of the man who held it. His knees ached from kneeling. Joints screaming in protest. But still, he didn't move. Couldn't. Wouldn't. No. ‘Never gonna let go.’ His hands were still touching Angel’s hips. Like a devotee that’s worshipping his God. The vision in front of Tony looked like—an ‘Angel’ had fallen from heaven—just to ruin him.