Archangel Michael Chain Novels & Stories

END The prisoners stood bound to wall as their furious jailer approached them. “Where’s the hybrid?” Christina yelled. “What’s wrong, Axcel?” Maxine trussed.” Can’t keep track of your prisoners?” Christina punched Maxine across the head and demanded answers. I’m not playing around, croft fire. Tell me where he is.” “You’ll never find him.” Angela said, gaining Christina’s fury. “You sure about that, Archangel?” Christina said. The Cyrpto looked forward the mussel on the pile of chains and picked it up.

The Angel's lean, but the muscular body moves slowly, yet determined and is clad in incredibly long robes. The Angel named Michael carries a sword and shield, Donald is mesmerized by it and what his purpose may be. Donald took a final glance at Michael's face; Michael The Archangel's face is one of contemplation. Michael The Archangel let out a deep sigh, before dispersing into the light. Donald was gitty, he went into court knowing that Michael The Archangel was protecting him & was sent by God. On the top of the Judge's seat was a flag. The flag is made up of two horizontal stripes in bronze, blue and light red.

Archangel Michael – the angel of protection and strength. “Please stop!” I screamed. I felt the trickle of liquid along the side of my face. Once I got over the shock, I felt the unbearable pain as it ripped through my skin, forever damaging it. “You son of a bitch! Stop! Oh God, let her go!” I heard my mother scream. “Let her go! Please, I beg you! Stop it!”

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.

Despite his best efforts to struggle he slowly begins to evaporate into the air, the shards of his soul dissipating and disappearing into the air around us like ash until it disappears. “I-I don’t understand!” I shout as I stand before Layla and the other Angels. “Everything is by design and as it should be.” Michael speaks. “But what does that mean for Layla! For me, for our family!” I shout. “You have your place Nicolae, Devil, and king of the underworld. Your services will be needed until the end of times. You have your place in the realms as does your wife and unborn child.” Michael continues. “She has done well today and earned her place among us and among the creatures of your realm he

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!

Michael asked, quickly averting Micah’s attention back to us, a wild look marring his face as he alarmingly replied, “Sir, I believe you don’t understand. If we fail to complete this task, we will face eternal torture!” Hearing his words, Michael firmly crossed his bulky arms over his chest, a determined look displaying on his angelic features as he simply stated in a dangerously calm tone, “Well, touch one strand of her fiery red streaks and I promise to you I will rip that grace out of you with my bare hands.”

The sound of wings flapping from above draws my eyes up as I follow the shape of something black and mammoth as it lands only feet away from Dominic and me. I blink several times, pushing the hair from my eyes, as Archangel Michael stands before us, grandiose and stunning. I can't help but stare at his massive, black wings in awe, folding together behind him in glistening highlights of blue. A glow of white and yellow auras outlines his extensive frame as he respectfully nods in the direction of the Seraph Council before returning his attention to us.

, dad pleaded. "Not without seeing mom first". I said to him. A powerful lighting bolt struck from the sky and in its smoky presence left behind the archangel Micheal. He was clad in golden and black armor. His black locks were pinned underneath a golden crown of thorns. Two knights of the angel realm stood beside him.

“I was hoping we could get formalities underway.” “Running late from a meeting with the Norse pantheon. He should be arriving any- ah. Never mind.” It was like dawn suddenly overtook the room. A golden light filled the ceiling's oculus, and the archangel Michael descended, clad in dark blue robes. His blood red hair was held back by a golden circlet, and powerful white wings sent drafts of air downwards as he spiraled along a thermal to alight on the highest tier.