Angel Mika'il Novelas e Histórias

"My name is Marcus Aurelius one of the archangels of the creator, I was created by the creator as a replacement for Lucifer after he rebelled against the creator.i was given the role of an archangel immediately after my creation much to the envy of the lower Angela.i loved my position and attacked my tasks without delay until one fateful dayan incident happened that costed me my position u"

My legs are very weak and I have to cling to a dark wooden cabinet on which are several bottles of JB, causing them to stagger. -I was always there for you, Lailah. -I don't want to hear anything else, I don't want to know anything else. I want to go home. I want ...- And I'm not going to let that Azael get you in trouble. I'm going to use you to bring him here, and I plan to finish him off with my own hands. I will protect you. It's the last thing I get to hear before everything goes black. AZAEL

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

He has auburn hair and gold eyes. Standing stiffly, I observe as he strides towards me and gives me a slight bow. “Traeger, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Mathias…” He points towards the men who follow behind him. “This is Mikhail, Azazel, Gadriel, and Isaiah.” I nod my head in greeting. Gadriel and Isaiah are definitely angels. The other two men, however, are different. I can sense that Mikhail is not something I was familiar with. Azazel smells like a demon. Having Lycan senses can come in handy. Azazel smells like ash, which is what we learned Demons smell like. They all smile, but not in a way that tells me they trust me. More like they're taking my measure. None of them speak.

He crawled on top of her, cautious and caring. "You are an Angel." He whispered softly to her and she shuddered as his breath tickled her skin. "Beautiful." Where has this man been all my life? She thought The dim light cascaded across his face and Makaila could see every emotion that crossed his face. He looked down at her, patiently waiting for her to tell her it was alright. Her arms hung loosely around his neck and she pulled him down for a long kiss. His lips felt like satin and his touch was soft as velvet.

Meliaka smiled as she looked at the little half angel, who had grown far more than her expectation. "You seems familiar, have we met before.... Meliaka nodded, once before her birth, Madeline was Meliaka on Astral. Maliaka was the moon goddess, she had already known about Madeline since before the day she was born, she saw her trials and her tribulations..she couldn't do much but sent little help to her aid. "I knew you before you were born, you are the moon goddess on Astral, this world has you to either protect it or destroy it.."

the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

Carved steps corkscrewed around them, leading to the vicious water below. Samael tensed, looking to the left. I followed his gaze to another spire. The red one adjacent us towered over the rest. A bright figure stood on the crown, pulsing with glory. I gasped at the beauty of the angel, his wings silhouetted against the jewel blue sky. “Michael?” I whispered. “Look what the air shat. It's pike-in-the-ass,” Samael said darkly.