Archangel Michael Sword Tattoo Novels & Stories

I replied firmly, letting Miles know I won't be changing my mind. Miles doesn't even hesitate before agreeing to the terms. He slides his shirt off his head, exposing his chiseled chest and long muscular tattooed arms. I notice a fresh-looking tattoo on the left side of his chest, right about his heart. I can't make out the words, but the picture is one black and one white angel wing. "New tatt?" I ask, nodding my head towards his chest. "I don't know," he replies flirtingly, "how about you come and take a look."

Nobody's gonna know anyway. However, in an unfortunate twist of event, that's just when this dude started to laugh sarcastically and quickly grabbed my hand. At first, I really thought he'd throw my dagger away and I was damn ready to twist his arms before he did. But shits really got real when he just licked my fucking knife as if it was some sort of a lollipop! My eyes widened upon seeing some blood dripped from his lips, especially when all this time he was gripping into my hands tightly to stop me from taking those blades away from his tongue!

Turning in Rebeca’s direction, Selene asked in a curious tone, “What kind of sword is this? It is not an ordinary sword.” “Of course this is the blessed sword of Seraphim. Only a few high-rank angels have the power and ability to use it. It can destroy all dark energy with a single touch of it,” Rebeca explained till looking in the direction of Dad. What next happened was unexpected for all of us. Dad charged Armaros with that sword and in a swift motion, he cut two wings of Armaross with that Sword and surprisingly Armaros couldn’t even dodge his attack. He was faster than him.

Swiftly but gently, he slightly pushed her inside and shut the door behind him. "There are a thousand things I could do, Laura." He said huskily. "You are mine and I would never let another man have you." "Are you crazy?" "For you carrot, I can be." He replied. "I am getting married to Dexter and that's final." She said stubbornly. His face softened and he wore a hurt expression. "Angel," he said softly coming close to her and she stood her ground, though held her breath.

I think his name was Theo or something. His hair was wet and he only had a towel wrapped lose on his lower area. He looked very hot and angry. And oh he had some nice abs too. Wait is that some eight packs I see? Holy cow! He has eight packs and some ripped muscles too. As much as I wanted to look away, the drops of water on his chest trailing down to his v-line was calling on to me. Literally.

“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.

🌹🌹 The Beginning (Part 24) 🌹🌹 ❤️❤️His Punishment ❤️❤️ Paul’s chin-length black hair with a single white stripe running through it had it slicked back over his head. The Archangel’s eyes were liquid silver, swirling and emotionless. Paul had sharp, chiseled features and a labaster skin. Paul emerged from the portal in all his magnificent, deadly glory, the portal closes behind him. He was wearing black steel armor from head to toe with silver. His black wings were out stretched behind him impressively. A large broad sword was strapped to his side.

A magic circle was summoned. “[Holy Sword]” Upon casting, another sword appeared in his hand from the magic circle. However instead of having a yellow light as before, it was now pure white in colour. Then he quickly slashed at Crymillia’s stomach. Crymillia took the hit and immediately got away from him. She held her stomach which was sizzling from the sword’s slash. She groaned in pain. “This is why I hate angels.” “I thought you liked me.” Azazel smirked at her.

But, Angel’s lips twitched. It wasn't a smile. It was a grimace. And it was him declaring war to Tony. “Only—I—own—myself,” he finally hissed. Enunciating every word. Angel stepped back, slowly. Like a prey gradually retreating from a beast. Trying to get out of Tony’s grip on him. Letting the hem of his robe fall completely open—for distraction. Moonlight shone across his naked body. Glistening with sweat, and bruises. His thighs were full of bite wounds down to the sole of his feet.

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.”