Novel & Cerita Archangel Michael Chain

“True, I don’t like the circles under her eyes. Can we take her to the medical centre? Or do you insist on keeping her here?” It surprised Cal as much as the healer with his strong emotional response to this inquiry. “No, she stays here.” Cal watched Jaxon with the chains. He was looking at them speculatively, and Cal knew his thoughts. Jaxon hadn’t witnessed Cal’s claim to her. However, Jaxon knew they weren’t the standard one-night issue chains kept for the curious to play at being a submissive. These were Cal’s personal chains. He placed on women he claimed for a time.

Barry explained. "What about this, Uncle?" Andra asked. She also found another book. It has a seal of pentagram with a name below it. The name says The Brotherhood. "That's a worldwide organization of hunters. Well-trained, well-equipped, well-educated hunters that stretched for four hundred years." Barry answered. After reading all the books that Barry gave them, Andra and Ethan arranged their weaponry. Barry required them to group everything according to their use. He wanted to test their memory, to see if how fast they memorize which weapon is used for which creature.

Angel "Angel?" Rachel calls with her voice croaking a bit. Ally and I run to her. I wrap my arms around her and let her cry. "Why are you crying, Chel?" Ally asks while soothingly rubbing Rachel's arm. Rachel pulls away and wipes her tears. "Angel?" Ace calls behind. Rachel nods to tell me that they can come. "Here," I call and turn to wipe Rachel's tears as I can hear the guys footsteps' approaching. "Tell me," I plead. She nods again before hugging me.

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.

he asked, his voice low and tender. I nodded slowly, a small smile breaking through. He swung his legs over the bed, and grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. I stared at the tattoo covering his entire back. It was a dark angel with black wings, and a female angel with brilliant white wings enveloped the dark angel in a gesture of comfort. Around them, deep red and black roses were intertwined. It was like it was telling a story to bridge the chasm between light and darkness. My eyes were glued to the way he moved his body. The muscles in his back bunched together, and his biceps jerked when he pulled his hand back to rub his neck. He cracked it side to side.

He couldn’t believe he had ever doubted her, she was the epitome of innocence, they lived two worlds away yet bonded together. Her taste, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted and he could get addicted to it. She watched him with innocent eyes, completely clueless, he was the big bad wolf and she was the white sheep. His complete opposite. She was his angel, the cold Mafia’s Angel.

The hands of demonic rejects sprung out at her from the shadows, grabbing her delicate skin and pulling her back into the darkness, whispering her deepest fears into her ear. "You are evil, like him." "You did this to them!" "Their blood is on your hands!" "They are dying because of you, for you!" "Accept the truth… you're a monster." "Like father, like daughter." As quick as she broke free from their grasp, another set of hands would take their place and try to chip away at her resolve. I could feel the anger rising in her; with a frustrated scream, she exposed her glorious angelic wings, one bright white, tinged with shimmers of light, the other breath-taking ebony tainted with luscious ob

What the hell was God thinking when he created this sex on legs… “Strip.” Raphaella's eyes widened. “Wait, what?”