Archangel Michael Sword Tattoo Novels & Stories

She laid next to me, naked and glorious after sex. “Why are the angels tattooed on both arms blindfolded?” Evelina asked, tracing the outline with her delicate fingers. “Because justice is blind,” I replied bluntly. Her body shifted closer to mine, and one bare leg wrapped around my own leg. “But the goddess of justice usually has a scale in one hand. The angels here have their hands tied.”

"Yes, sir. And, boss, by the way. The woman Annabella had a tattoo that my men and I discovered. It was in the back of her head, on the lowest point of her hairline. Angel wings with a diamond in the center were the design of the tattoo. Although we haven't discovered anything new about her yet, I'll make sure to keep you informed shortly." Michael ended the call and rubbed his temple. There was too much information that was swirling around his mind at the moment, and all he wanted to do was sleep and never wake up. However, as he opened his eyes again, he remembered a little hope that was walking around his office that he was sure could give him a little peace. Elena. He whispered.

It almost didn't make sense, as all his other tattoos where either small or tiny. Another weird thing was why he left his chest out of the entire ink fest. "Phoenix is the insignia of the the Archangels." He stated coldly, that it made me drag my gaze from the yellowish white of his ceiling to the stony mask that was now his face. "I am aware of that, Almighty. Yours stands out, it isn't like the rest." "I am an Almighty, that's why." Mike snapped his reply even before I was done talking. I immediately knew there was a backstory he wasn't willing to share.

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 said legendary knights of Mavis. His once healer outfit replaced by a golden thin armor that wrapped his body. While his shoulders are bare but their was intricate tattoos of golden lines. A very enchanting tattoo! To his both wrists was a golden armor bracelet. His pants are made with golden linen silk too that paired up his upper clothes. While Michael's forehead has this lines of golden tattoo that spread on it and the end curved intricately. Michael's body transformed likely to an elf except from his ears which on normal state. He was beautiful and enchanting. His aura was of dark green yet soothing. His orbs of very bright green color.

"Is that what the tattoo is for? Your Mom?" She slowly nods her head and averts her gaze back towards the window, her tattoo peeking out just a smidge above her uniform collar. "For her... and my Dad. Black angel wings usually represent fallen angels. My Mom and Dad? They were my angels." Silence looms over us as I pull into the department parking lot and turn the engine off. "Will you talk to him for me, Crayvin? Just check on him for me, please? I don't want him alone, and you two are close. He probably needs you more than you think right now, even if he isn't ready to admit that to you, yet."

“Who is that? On your necklace?” “What do you mean, Callie, this little thing? It's just San Miguel, the Archangel Michael. My abuela gave it to me at my Confirmation. It's nothing. But why are you so shaken up? You look terrible- are you going to puke? Did Mo make something disgusting for breakfast again? There is that flu going around. Dios mio, Callie- if you gotta hurl, do it in the aisle, I'll hold back your hair for you.” Her words blurred as my mind drifted. Wings- golden wings and a flaming sword; a man in robes and armor crushing a serpent beneath his feet.

She quickly ran over and looked at my wound. The wound on my back was really torn due to my sudden movement. I could feel the slimy liquid on my white T-shirt. White T-shirt? Why do I wear it? Who changed my clothes? So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise.

His eyes gleamed when they met a long iron that was forged so strong that even in the light of wax, it was known just how sharp the blade was. Lucas picked it up for a closer look. Felt the grip on the black hilt of the sword. However, there were some unread spells. On the tip of the handle before the blade, there is a large yellow jewel. “What’s this for?“ asked Lucas. “Congratulations on the success of the Duke Riverdale family. It’s called an Archangel, my gift to you.” Rosetta smiled sweetly. It’s nice to see Lucas lugging away for his gift. Though her fiancee was expressionless, Rosetta could see the sheen of interest in his black eyes.

So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise. "Don't be afraid! I want to help you heal. I won't harm you." The blonde girl tried to reassure me. In her eyes, I felt she wasn't lying.