Archangel Michael Chain Novels & Stories

I couldn't believe that I destroyed the cabin completely. I dropped to my knees in despair and let out yet another painful cry. The tears ran down my face like a river as I sobbed uncontrollably. I did this. I vaguely remembered the warning I had received from the angel when I thought I was dead. She had warned me that I had the power for good and also for great destruction. I had vowed to myself from that day that my powers would only be used for good. I wanted to laugh at my old self as I now stood in front of my own destruction.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Stomp! Under the gazes of tens of thousands of people in the Bestial Battle Arena, Second Angel Michael looked contemptuously at Yang Xiao. A harmless smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. "My dear Dragon Lord, I advise you to close your eyes and stop struggling. Believe me, I will soon kill you and let you leave this world without any pain!" As he said that, the second angel, Michael, touched his pocket and put a set of finger tigers made of deep-sea black iron on his finger.

"I will ask you this question once more, cat man, and don't even try pretending that you don't understand English because I heard you talking moments ago." Azrael has to glance away while biting his lower lip. I've gone total mafia boss, and the angel seems to find it amusing. His wings are folded behind his back, and his hair is flowing around his skull. He looks too angelic to be one of the bad guys, but I think I'm doing an excellent job inspiring fear in these cat people. "I-I don't understand what you're talking about!" The cat man shouts. "Please, release me! Put me down!"

Blake said as Michael left the room and returned to the car to move it back into place. Blake looked at the remaining women in the room and noticed their concerned looks. “What are your opinions about what Michael said?” Blake asked them. There was silence as all contemplated what was revealed. Maia was the first to break the silence. “Michael is an Archangel who was always Yawayer’s right-hand man, and for him to turn against Him seems not right. So I don’t trust him in what he wants to do. Maybe he is using you to get into Hell and destroy it once and for all, knowing that you would do whatever it takes to save the mortal realm; maybe it’s an excuse.” Maia commented, bringing doubt to Blak

raged. Today I would face one of my fathers. Lucifel ... While the other angels were talking to each other and having a joke about Michael's non-existent height, I looked tense at the stairs. Would he notice me? Maybe even have a private word with me? Had I even disappointed him or even filled him with pride? The moment had come and we felt a pure light. A young, beautiful angel came down the stairs. A graceful figure in white robes. On his left ear he wore a gold earring with a red ruby. A chain went from this to his pointed auricle and was attached to this. On the right side of the ear he had a similar jewelry, only that there was no gemstone in his earring. It was a divine ornament that

A pair of dark blue eyes and ruby red ones met halfway. “Stop right there, old geezer,” said Damon under his breath. “Y-You dare!” A deep knot lodged between Michael the Loyal’s face as his face contorted from the fact that his heavenly body was tainted by a demon-spawn’s touch. The leader of the arc angels took four steps backward as he caressed his wrist which was touched by the halfling prince.

Michael's eyes blazed an intense scrutiny as he approached, drawing closer to the edge of the shield, and, as he did so, I noticed three other creatures had broken away from the army and were edging towards us, until finally all four of them stopped just a few metres away, lined up in a row. 'The Archangels,' I said to Ethan, not taking my eyes off of them. The Angel closest to where I stood, stepped closer to the shield. This one was darker-skinned than the others, with black shadows under his eyes like war-paint, and tight wiry blonde curls closely-cropped to this skull. Reaching out, he touched a gold-nailed hand to the shield, which fizzed and sparked under his touch and he snatched it a

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.

Now, they fought the Shinigami and they saw us. The Angel with a sword turns around and said “Destroy your rings and burn them. That’s the only way to defeat him.” “The enormous ring represents the circle of evil.” “Oh my…. He is the Archangel Michael the leader of the legion of angels.” Paris said. We are amazed by what we have seen. Almost awestruck at first, and we are fascinated with their supernatural powers. The seven angels of God came to the world and fight the shinigami. “Now!!!!!!!” Archangel Michael said. He threw stones and knives.