Archangel Michael Sword Tattoo Novels & Stories

He started advancing towards them slowly. Tharollin was trying to get hold of himself but he couldn't. "This is not happening." Lillian whispered mostly to herself. Michael brought out his sword from his angel wings purse that he normally keeps his sword. It magically expanded and was filled with light. "Raphael fight it. Use your light!" Micheal yelled out the words as he pointed his sword at Tharollin stopping the dark angel from moving forward. Tharollin closed his eyes and opened it staring at him.

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.

Isla went to the palace. Arin took the arrow and started looking at it. Who can attack them.If the owner of this arrow is something other than a human, then he should know Arin that Arin is an angel.And no one can be higher than an angel. Arin was very angry. He changed from his human form to his true form, the Angle form. And he shouted, "Who has the courage to shoot arrows at me come forward?"

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.