Angelic Warden Creatures Of Sonaria นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lifting his hand that held a jug of water, I groaned as the scent of wolfsbane hit my nostrils; Ares was helpless to do anything with my father's foot resting on his neck, pushing the rope across his body and keeping him pinned in place, had no choice but to gargle the water my father began to pour down our throat. "You are part Demon, part angel, Ares." He spat as my body rejected the mixture and started coughing up blood; the sound and pungent smell of burning flesh would have turned a human's stomach, but thanks to my father's training, it did not phase me, which gave me an edge to listen to my father's ramblings. "Which means your counterparts should be able to protect you from the wolfs

But just as we were about to leave the temple, a shadowy figure materialized in our path, its presence radiating an ominous aura. "I am the Warden of Fates," it declared, its voice echoing like a distant storm. "And you, Eryx and Seraphina, have just become the universe's most wanted." The revelation sent chills down my spine, and I realized that our journey had taken an even darker turn. The universe was in flux, and we were at its epicenter. The Warden of Fates, an ethereal being composed of stardust and shadows, floated before us, its eyes locked onto the shimmering thread connecting Seraphina and me. The air grew thick with tension, and the very fabric of reality seemed to ripple around

How lovely it would be to own this bodyguard as her dirty little secret that will serve her whenever she needs it? Mandela was fine, but when they had sex, it was as if he was thinking of someone else… presumably, his dead wife, and that put a whole dullness to it. She needed someone young and vibrant… Sebastian Damon. Isabella would make sure that the young man only thought of her when he was done with his contract, and he would worship the ground she walked on. Isabella was an expert in seducing and breaking men, and Sebastian would be a challenge, but she would eventually break him and make him fall madly in love and lust for her.

Chapter 53: Wardens of the Dawn The world beyond the ruined city was bathed in an eerie glow. The once vibrant blue sky was now marred by countless purple orbs, each a pulsating reminder of the encroaching darkness. Liam and Xal'dar stood side by side, their bodies humming with the residual energy of their transformation. They were no longer just men; they were wardens, guardians of a world on the brink. The Guardian, a colossal figure shrouded in mist, turned towards them. "Your journey has just begun," its voice rumbled. "The corruption spreads like wildfire. You must find a way to cleanse the world of its influence."

The Heart pulsed against her chest, a reminder of its power and the sacrifice it demanded. Suddenly, a low rumble shook the ground, and a massive, twisted creature stepped into their path. Its body was a grotesque amalgamation of shadows and beastly features, its glowing eyes locked onto the group with predatory intent. Marcus cursed under his breath, drawing his bow. "What the hell is that?" Seraphina stepped forward, her blade gleaming in the dim light. "A guardian," she said grimly. "Corrupted by the shadow’s influence." The creature let out a deafening roar and charged. Lucas darted to the side, slashing at its legs while Seraphina aimed for its head. Marcus loosed arrow after arrow, eac

Alessia continued, “But you need to know this: the Architect reached for something through the Mirrors.” Lunaris’s luminous eyes stilled. “What?” “Something under the sea,” Alessia said. “Not a beast. An intelligence. Older than his corruption. Older than your current forms.” Noctis’s tones deepened. “A Sea Warden.” Kade exhaled. “You know it?” Lunaris nodded slowly. “We remember the name. The Deep Eidolon. A luminous construct seeded at the birth of the oceans to keep balance between sea and sky.”

George stepped closer to the window. “I don’t see anything.” “You wouldn’t,” Harry said quietly. “Then what is it?” I pressed. Harry’s expression hardened. “The Celestial Wardens.” The name meant nothing to George. But it meant something to me. A memory. A story whispered when I was a child. Ancient wolves who guarded the boundary between fate and interference. “They don’t intervene,” I whispered. “Not unless something threatens structural destiny,” Harry replied. Evan’s jaw flexed. “And they think Ethan does.”

Jenkins netted probing tendrils silent and swift, Sofia's binds weaving tight: “Clean sweep—flanks hold iron; void pulses intimate, targeting glow.” Mara distributed potions vigilant: “Resist the deep lures—links active constant; Damian watches close, legacy bolsters.” The abyss-heart loomed colossal cavern, artifacts crowning a void-throne: ancient shards pulsing the Hunger-core fierce, guardian-entities colossal and grotesque, chitin-plated maws multi-fanged and salivating, void-pupiled eyes fixating personal with booming intimate whispers: *Heirs sweet... bleed your essence, crown unbound awaits. Adapt to us, or perish in ecstasy's devour.*

“You can choose one of my other sons… or me.” She offered. Serious. “Although,” she added, “my husband is off limits.” Angel didn’t know how to respond—he could only open and close his mouth like a fish out of the water. Maria was like a hurricane. A whirlwind of elegance and badass demeanor. Then—Tony moved. One smooth, possessive move. Shielding Angel behind him. “Mother. He’s mine,” he growled. Maria studied them for a beat. A thoughtful look on her face.

The air shimmered with heat, and floating above the fire, suspended by threads of light— A figure.Not Clara.Hale.But he was… wrong.His body hung in the air like a marionette, arms slack, eyes open but blank. His chest rose and fell—barely. His essence flickered like a candle fighting the wind.Still alive.But bound.“Don’t touch him,” a voice said, smooth and cold.I turned.A woman stood at the far edge of the chamber. Not Aether born. Not wolf. Something between. She was clad in silver robes threaded with runes I couldn’t read, her hair white as bone, her eyes lit with the same fire that pulsed in the walls.“You’re not supposed to be here,” she said.“Said the ghost in a tomb,” I replied, takin