Black Angel Michael Novels & Stories

Andy POV. "A second chance?" I ask not believing what just happened, Nova died, she drowned, she died for real, I stayed on earth, no reason to leave, I was mourning my friend, while Lucifer went back to his kingdom. But right now she's standing in front of me, with another angel, one who calls himself Michael, the archangel. "Yes, you'll be sent back to earth, a new life, begin from zero" the angel says. "What's the catch?" I ask not believing my luck.

Mark asked him. Michael smiled and lifted his hand. Pointing his forefinger towards Mark’s heart he said, “someone who will reside here inside your ice cold heart.” Mark knitted his brows in confusion. “I think she is the fallen angel,” Michael stated. Mark chuckled as soon as heard this. “If she would be a fallen angel then she should have been able to do things which we could not,” Mark stated. “She has the power to not let her memories wipe off by us. She can see us even if we are invisible to many. There are many other hidden secrets with her which she herself isn’t aware of,” proclaimed Michael.

He would never have thought that this black-clothed man was from Heaven’s Sanctum. "Are you teaching me how to do things?" Hearing the words of the man in black, the second angel, Michael, narrowed his eyes, and a chill burst out.

Two angels stood at the silver edge of a heavenly cloud staring down at the mortal world down below. Their faces were clouded with remorse. Their gazes focused on a group gangly teenagers, each in a separate part of the globe. They all differed in races and ages but somehow were connected to each other even with the distance between them. "It's starting soon..." a husky male voice said. His voice vibrated like a thousand drums and echoed through the emptiness of the sky. He was the angel Michael. He was an angel of nature and temperance.

Michael cracked an innocent grin that hid the truth. He wasn't my supervisor, but more a messenger between the Almighty and myself, so here I was again, squaring off with him verbally, like many other occasions, when the Almighty sent his orders. His smooth to sharp features, deep eyes with white bleached waves perched on top of his head looked like the basic pretty boy pop idol. Forget the chiseled bodies that are portrayed in bringing you that rough manliness. Michael was lean, tall, and all smoothness of rolling snowy covered meadows. He was the first Angel I had met and taught me the basics of what an Others aura felt like, what most of them were. I forgot most of the information then an

"Back so soon? Did you sent them already?" "Eto..." The angel gave a laugh, scratching the back of his head. "It is not their time to go yet. I think they should be given chances whether they have it to come back." "Ano ne, why? Why do you always pick some souls and do this?" The Angel of Death stopped flying, making Muchie turn to see him gazing up at the sky. He has never got the chance to see such beautiful sky when he was still human. What he saw were pure darkness at night, a ceiling with its plasters falling in the morning. It was sad, lonely and cruel. "They never understood."

“I promise, now tell me.” “My name is Michael, and I really am the principal of Prophet’s Point Elementary School. But I also have another job. I was sent here six years ago by the company I work for, Brethren Security and Investigations. There was intelligence gathered alluding to some kind of disturbance here, but nothing specific about who it involved. I’ve been on alert ever since. I am one of the Protectors of the Good. I am an angel, an immortal.”

----- ‘’remember my name, Archangel Michael, in service to the great Naran, I will wipe you all in his name. From the high heavens, a being descended, in the name Michael, one of Naran’s angels that were mentioned by Ranja. He has fiery hair, tall, all white, armored in shining metal- called as gold. A being that is truly heavenly. When his feet reached the ground, a great light struck over the place, it caused the beasts to feel fear, they stepped back with a fazed looking face. Michael and Ranja joined hands to defeat the huge battalion of beasts, while Naran is rescuing the injured people, healing and giving them a safe place to hide.

He was mine. Using my power, I brought him to the pyre. Hovering above his body, I gently unwrapped his head. Caressing his face one last time. “I never in all my life thought I’d be saying goodbye to you. I love you, Michael. Rest now, my love.” I kissed his forehead and laid one more soft kiss on his lips. Rewrapping his head. I floated above him, my bow in hand. I gold feather dipped in silver appeared. I nocked it, turning towards the sky I released the arrow. I shot it into the Veil where it was blessed by my parents. The arrow made its way back down consumed in flame. Every angel, even my fallen kneeled in his honor. I watch as the God flame lit the pyre. Just barely missing me. The fl

Michael said but Metatron had to warn him “You cannot fight me Michael” Metatron said “Yes… at least not alone but I am here with brothers” Michael said and suddenly four Angels descended on the earth. Raphael, Uriel, Arion and Babimon “Oh my God!” Yvonne was shocked “This is not real… This is a bad dream” she said “We do not have to do this, for this will only cause a great loss for man” Metatron said