Novel & Cerita Black Angel Michael

“My brother, Michael, might know. Though, I’m sure he’s cursing my name after I placed Lillith in his care.” “Wait, are you talking about the archangel, Michael?” Zoe asks. Bree snickers at her friend’s awed tone. “Yeah, Michael is real, Z. Oh, and apparently he lives in France.” I shrug. “Michael’s also a wanker, so don’t get too excited.” Azazel snorts. “If you don’t like Michael and he doesn’t like you, then I’m sure he and I would get along quite well.” I ignore his comment as I rise from my seat. “While I work on Michael and Lana, would you speak to the Seraphim or anyone who might know why this is happening?”

“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.

he asked. “Yes, Sir,” she said, it came out like a whisper. She licked her lips as she looked at his cock and Zane almost changed his plan and instead fed her his cock. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it, no matter how seductive his angel looked. “You have been a bad angel, you did something you know you shouldn’t have done,” he told her in a stern voice. “Yes, Sir.” “Your punishment will be twenty swats on your ass while being tied down and unable to move. If you are a good angel for the first ten, I will give you the last ten as I fuck you. Do you understand?”

Swords, shields, spears—and a fifth hand left free, I guess, in case they feel like waving. Their faces are angular, hard—almost geometrically wrong. Like someone tried to build a human using only architecture. And they’re just standing there. No introduction. No explanation. Rude, honestly. Zeus straightens, his aura sparking dangerously as he steps forward. “Who are you?” The lead one speaks. When he does, it’s like a symphony of machinery. Ten voices, perfectly harmonized, echoing from inside your brain and vibrating in your bones. “I am the archangel Michael. This is the archangel Uriel. We have come to help you defeat the fallen angel Lucifer… once and for all.”

Although I couldn't see his eyes because of the mask, but right now, it really felt like his stares were piercing right into my core, leaving me breathless. "W-were w-we still talking about the sinners that were needed to be punished in the story, r-right?" Damn, I couldn't believe I just stuttered! Good thing he just chuckled and patted my head like a pet. Gone was the strong aura he was emitting a few seconds ago. "Of course, we're still talking about the story. So let them live. Let them live after taking away everything from them. Let them live forever in nothingness." He leaned closer, close enough to the point that our noses were literally touching each other. "Because, sorry to spoil

“As you wish, Ang.” The air to my left, amidst the swirling vapor, shimmered like a heat haze. Then it resolved. Michael stood beside me, the pounding water passing through his holographic form in a cascade of distorted light. He was as I had first designed him: the archangel, muscle carved from digital marble, perfectly proportioned and utterly unclothed. The steam curled around his non-corporeal shoulders, catching the light from his own faint glow, making him seem almost solid. He looked real. He looked like a man. And I needed a man. Not for love, or comfort, or conversation. I needed the obliteration of touch. The selfish, hungry consumption of sensation that left no room for thought.

- I ask Michael POV As we arrive at the club Angel lets us in. He is one of my brother’s most trusted security guard. I’ve known him for years now. He told us that the girls were already inside. “There’s Beth” - Logan says and I nod my head. We walk to the bar and I see a beautiful woman with fiery red hair. She is definitely fire. She is wearing a short back dress and I can feel my pants getting tighter. What the hell? Logan walks to her and hugs her. When she turns around I am met by the most intense grey eyes. She is stunning.

Chapter 18 "What?! Are you serious, Blake? She's here to kill you?" Veronica exclaimed after Blake told her about what he heard the other day and when she started speaking. "I'm serious, she's an angel, and her mission is to kill me..." he repeated. Veronica sighed, knowing that Blake was a vampire means it was not possible that the girl she thought was something special was actually an angel. She thought she might be like Blake or other creatures like a werewolf, after watching the CCTV footage but to find out she was an "ANGEL," she was surprised.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.