Black Angel Michael Novels & Stories

Michael said with a bitter edge. Mira felt sick. She looked at the ground and the dagger in her lap. "I'll contact you again later. I have one last thing to settle here." "Thank you for the information and for Uriel. I'll be calling Ezekiel after this. I'll let you know how Heaven plans to move after this." Michael ended the call. Mira was now crying while looking at the ground. Michael had been her biggest inspiration among angels. Hearing him call her a fallen broke her. Her hands shook as she unsheathed the dagger.

The glowing yellow color of their eyes indicated that they were attuning their views to the heat spectrum, trying to run her heat and smell signature through the database they had locked on to their brains. One of the sniffed at her and sniffed harder then suddenly switched back to human form, his clothing material also switching back with him, and immediately adjusting to his new frame. “Annabelle Hades, oh god of the wind and seas,” the guard exclaimed, moving towards her. “By the stars and by the clouds, Andre Khaid. It is actually you.” She moved forward and jumped into his outstretched arms in a hug sending ripples of unexplained emotions through Dave.

"Tell me, and it will make my whole way easier.” Michael suddenly raised his head to the skies, and moved his eyes slowly through the clouds, studying a possible movement. He kept his attention on me again, and I don't think I've ever seen so much sincerity in a look as I did at that moment. "If I could give names, believe me, I would give them on a platter for you. But I can't. I wouldn't know your enemy's name even if I wanted to. There are certain areas within the supernatural worlds that I can't keep up with, and one of them is purgatory. I know that your life is reaped in that territory, by your decision. Therefore, I ask, my light, do not choose anyone but yourself, in case you need to

We were sitting inside Deena's living room, and I'd spent the last two hours telling her everything. The festival. The hotel. Emilio. Ophelia. And most importantly...Azrael. When I finally told her who Angel really was, Deena stared at me for almost thirty seconds. “So wait...your Mr. Angel is the Azrael Valchini?!” I nodded, taking a sip of wine. “You've heard of him?” “Girl! Who hasn't! He's like one of the richest men in the world right now thanks to some tech software program.” Now that surprised me. With everything that's been going on, I hadn't had the chance to do a full background check on him. So he's also a tech genius?

she said looking back at Michael. “Well of course, an Angel is the only one that can do other then the father himself.” Michael said clearing his throat. “Anabel you are going to have to trust me, there is nothing I am not going to block so you won’t feel like you’re missing a lot of your brain and your memory.”

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

My Angel. A small smile made it across my lips at the thought of my little Angel as I made my way in. But my smile was soon replaced by a frown when I saw Angel lying on the ground, unconscious. "ANGEL!"

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

I asked again to test her to convince me. “Many” “And who are you again? What is your role?” “I am Michael, and I am an archangel, who was assigned to gather all of the fallen angels to bring them back to heaven” She answered and I became speechless because I didn’t expect this all. I lost my wife, my career and now I am an angel. An angel of death. WOW!

I died knowing our murderer was Robertson, my father's comate. ****** When I died, I saw a handsome tall man with white feathers standing above me as rays of light follows him around. "Who are you..?" I asked looking as I stared at him... "I am Archangel Michael...here to take you to heaven" he replied smiling "Really..?" I asked beaming at him. "Ha ha ha ha" he laughed In a wicked and menacing manner. His handsome face turned devilish and scary, the rays around him turned to some pieces of soot and his white feathers are now black.