Archangel Michael Chain Novels & Stories

Now, a collective group of people oversaw the events in heaven. They got to the hall in no time, the powers standing in front of the gate bowed and gave way for them to pass through. When Azaliah stepped in, she saw her guardian,Carshena, and five other cherubs seated at a long table. Her eyes went from one angel to another until it settled on the massive figure that sat at the edge of the table, Michael. She smiled at him and waved but the archangel only gave her a nod in response. She had heard about how he fought against Lucifer and how it affected him. He was given the title archangel of war after that and he barely smiled. Since there were no major battles, he stayed in heaven a lot sen

Swords, shields, spears—and a fifth hand left free, I guess, in case they feel like waving. Their faces are angular, hard—almost geometrically wrong. Like someone tried to build a human using only architecture. And they’re just standing there. No introduction. No explanation. Rude, honestly. Zeus straightens, his aura sparking dangerously as he steps forward. “Who are you?” The lead one speaks. When he does, it’s like a symphony of machinery. Ten voices, perfectly harmonized, echoing from inside your brain and vibrating in your bones. “I am the archangel Michael. This is the archangel Uriel. We have come to help you defeat the fallen angel Lucifer… once and for all.”

“There’s only one Archangel, and his name is Michael. He’s written in the scrolls.” Autumn felt fear and fascination crawl over her skin as this strange yet perfect-looking man stood only inches from her. Telling her that Michael the Archangel was near. It was unbelievable as she stood there, looking at him, confused. afraid, yet wanting to ask him further questions, but she was distracted by his eyes. His eyes were almost like a mood ring. Peering at her, she says to the man again because of his fixation on her. “I’m not sure if that is what we heard; it’s been making strange noises in the atmosphere for months.”

“He didn’t die. He just changed names.” Juan narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?” “They don’t call him Bishop anymore. They call him Chancellor now. He’s running things. Quietly. Through front people, fake companies, even charities. He’s not just moving drugs or weapons. He’s moving codes. Technology. Stuff I don’t even understand.” Juan stepped closer. “Is he in Sicily?” “I don’t know,” Marco said. “But he’s close. Close enough to use your routes again.” Juan reached out. “Let me see that notebook.”

Although I couldn't see his eyes because of the mask, but right now, it really felt like his stares were piercing right into my core, leaving me breathless. "W-were w-we still talking about the sinners that were needed to be punished in the story, r-right?" Damn, I couldn't believe I just stuttered! Good thing he just chuckled and patted my head like a pet. Gone was the strong aura he was emitting a few seconds ago. "Of course, we're still talking about the story. So let them live. Let them live after taking away everything from them. Let them live forever in nothingness." He leaned closer, close enough to the point that our noses were literally touching each other. "Because, sorry to spoil

He was never seen, never known. Jared's call to action set in motion a chain of events that would shake the very foundations of power. As the leader of the Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan, Jared commanded a loyal following, a force that operated in the shadows, unseen and unknown to the world. In the seven eyed dragon clan, there were only seven members including Jared the SHADOW. SAKI. JAJA. OCTOPUS. BEAR. IAN And Scott. The closeness that Jared had with Ian and Scott in school was not merely because they were friends.

A horn appears in the archangel’s hand. Uriel blows it. It’s not a sound. It’s a shockwave. High-pitched, divine, soul-piercing. My heart slams in my chest. My blood turns electric. The clouds above us tear open—and the sky is filled with angels. Principalities. Archangels. Powers. Virtues. Dominions. The Hosts of Heaven, ready to rain down justice. Michael turns to us. “Your move.” We look at each other—me, Maeve, Win, Dougal.

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Elaine stared at me again and those cobalt blue eyes closed long as she nodded affirmatively. "Di-difficult, I think..." Was she speaking well when she entered Callisto’s office, was that one of the effects of the handcuffs? The scene of Michael being chained and dragged to Callisto’s feet came to mind. In the original work, Michael - the great archangel, the one who drove Lucifer out of paradise and tore off his wings -, was sent by his father to take care of his saint. Michael hated the idea of Elaine being in Callisto’s arms and after falling madly in love with the saint, he became obsessed to the point of intervening in his father’s plans (this was his misfortune).