Black Angel Michael Novels & Stories

Despite his best efforts to struggle he slowly begins to evaporate into the air, the shards of his soul dissipating and disappearing into the air around us like ash until it disappears. “I-I don’t understand!” I shout as I stand before Layla and the other Angels. “Everything is by design and as it should be.” Michael speaks. “But what does that mean for Layla! For me, for our family!” I shout. “You have your place Nicolae, Devil, and king of the underworld. Your services will be needed until the end of times. You have your place in the realms as does your wife and unborn child.” Michael continues. “She has done well today and earned her place among us and among the creatures of your realm he

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

The sound of wings flapping from above draws my eyes up as I follow the shape of something black and mammoth as it lands only feet away from Dominic and me. I blink several times, pushing the hair from my eyes, as Archangel Michael stands before us, grandiose and stunning. I can't help but stare at his massive, black wings in awe, folding together behind him in glistening highlights of blue. A glow of white and yellow auras outlines his extensive frame as he respectfully nods in the direction of the Seraph Council before returning his attention to us.

Taken aback, the Black Being, remarked. "What! You're IT!" Once the Black Being realized, whom he was on a standoff with. His previously calm demeanor changed immediately. Before, he was not able to see the person. "I can't believe it! IT's truly you! Haha! Today is a good day. I knew it! I knew I'd find you here." The Black Being rejoiced. Regardless of what had happened earlier, he was beyond elated. Although the Black Being had come to this world in search of the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure, he'd never for once, expected that he would find 'IT' so quickly.

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.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Cordelia said as she continued crying. As Jared hung up the call, SAKI already knew what to do. Immediately, he ignited the car they were well on their way immediately Jared was done with the call. After several directions, they finally arrived at Cordelia’s apartment and Jared ran upstairs like he was a fire fighter on a mission. As Jared ran SAKI could only wonder, the angel who had made the mafia this way. As he ran, SAKI tried to put two and tow together. “Or is this the reason why my master wants to kill Brian?”

Michael whispered to me " But one thing is for sure they were once human before becoming what they are now" I replied, they all had a moon tattoo on their neck " I have seen that tattoo somewhere," Micheal said trying to recall where he had seen it " Angelina has that tattoo," he said. What does Angelina have to do with this " Why is Angelina involved in this," I asked, Michael stays quiet for a while " Because Angelina works for Bathsheba," Micheal said

Cassian slowly raised the small black device that had been resting in his palm. His black eyes darkened, calm but foreboding, like a storm gathering on the horizon. Her eyes shifted to the object in his hand, before she could ask what it was… CLICK. A violent jolt ripped through her body, every muscle locking at once. Her muscles seized. Her knees buckled, and she crashed to the floor, a cry escaping her lips before she could stop it. The sensation vanished almost as quickly as it came, leaving her breathing hard against the cold concrete.

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.