Black Angel Michael Novels & Stories

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

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

he giggles. Muchie then lazily looks at his friend, sighing at the look on its face. His friend sure is the Angel of Death, no mercy at the souls in his hands. It even laughs sweetly like it didn't just take an innocent soul. Although the Angel of Death keeps a dangerous smile on his face pairing it with an innocent look, Muchie knows he was just a misguided kid. At his age of twelve, he was appointed to such title, to take lives while Muchie at eighteen is a level three guardian angel.

“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

Elaine stared at me again and those cobalt blue eyes closed long as she nodded affirmatively. "Di-difficult, I think..." Was she speaking well when she entered Callisto’s office, was that one of the effects of the handcuffs? The scene of Michael being chained and dragged to Callisto’s feet came to mind. In the original work, Michael - the great archangel, the one who drove Lucifer out of paradise and tore off his wings -, was sent by his father to take care of his saint. Michael hated the idea of Elaine being in Callisto’s arms and after falling madly in love with the saint, he became obsessed to the point of intervening in his father’s plans (this was his misfortune).