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Beneath the surface of Aiyana’s fury, something darker had stirred. Not born of her. Not from the bloodline. But drawn by it. “I think waking her stirred more than just the chamber,” Amara said slowly. “Something answered.” Damascus frowned, “From where?” Jax muttered, “The better question is… from what?” None of them answered. A sharp cry pierced the air above them. Amara tilted her head up. A hawk—pure white, wings tipped in silver—circled high overhead, then dipped once and vanished into the trees. A sign. Or a warning.

"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.

I growled; the second Red looked at the wolf suspiciously, Ares coming forward in a warning, my eyes burned with the fiery red of my alleged alpha wolf. "She's on board!" Ares confirmed, making me grin sinisterly, shooting a wink at my girl before teleporting to where I sensed the darkness looming, stalking and watching us like some scientist watching their experiment unravel. "So you're a watcher, hmm. Get off on watching others get frisky! You kinky bastard!" I chuckled, leaning up the tree behind him, grinning seeing him turn to face me. Styled blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, tanned and insanely handsome while radiating superiority, dressed in his designer suit and loafers! Standing out

Wren knelt between my spread legs, licking where Silas stretched me and fingering my ass until I was dripping and desperate for more. Pilgrims and seekers flooded in. A group of winged guardians from a war-torn realm shed their armor and joined, cocks and cunts offered freely. One guardian bent Sable over beside Vespera, fucking her with urgent need while she continued licking her alpha. Another pair worshipped Lorien’s cock with eager mouths and hands.

Warner said to me as I took a seat. “Who's Miranda?” I pondered, adjusting my posture on the comfy sofa. “Uhm, I am Miranda!” The girl with the messy bun sitting aside me said. “Right.” I sighed, her brown eyes drawing me in. —---------------------------------------- Angel’s POV I hung up the call and put the phone down. My head tilted to the side and i.locked eyes with John. He was entrancing. His aura kept drawing me in. My panties wet up as we stared eye to eye.

The Valkyrie-Apex armor shrieked a critical damage warning. "Physical attacks are irrelevant," the Warden mocked, expanding its mass. "I am the weight of a thousand dead worlds. I am inflation. I multiply your suffering." Suddenly, the single chain multiplied into a hundred, then a thousand, filling the air with a deadly web of gravitational whips. Jack coughed, wiping the blood from his mouth. He looked at his HUD. The Warden's mass was constantly fluctuating, inflating its attack power exponentially. Jack couldn’t match it physically; the creature was literally using physics as a cheat code.

A cascade of memories that were not my own. *I saw a she-wolf with silver hair, her face as weathered as the mountains, standing on a cliff under a sky torn by green lightning. She held a complete, glowing medallion in her hands, not as a weapon, but as a seal. "The Veil is thin here," her thought-voice echoed in my mind. "We must guard the rift. We are the Wardens of the Threshold."* The title hit me like a physical blow. *Wardens*. The entity had called itself the Warden. It wasn't a random title. It was a perversion of this sacred duty.

The Angel chuckled, crossing his arms. Jasmine ignored him as she continued to look to Jake. He nodded and slowly walked out the room not turning his back on Jasmine as they both waited until he closed the door to look back at each other. The smug look on the Angelic man’s face made Jasmine even angrier as he leaned against the wall arms still folded as he watched Jasmine still hold onto Mrs. Jenkins’s hand. “You are quite determined to go against The Almighty. That woman’s soul is ours. It has already been determined. Let go of her hand now.”

“The guardian is dead.” And above us, the eyes in the fractured sky brightened. With a fierce hunger. The Architect turned slowly toward Lena. Origin exposed. Every remaining Warden moved instantly to intercept it. The Architect walked forward anyway. One Warden attacked first. Its staff shattered before impact. The Architect touched the Warden’s chest lightly. The construct disappeared completely. Not destroyed but was removed. The cracked Warden stepped backward. “We cannot stop it anymore.” The little girl looked toward the silver door desperately.

A natural writer with the ability of creation, but is limited to giving life and not to bring back the dead nor take someone's life. ARIES- Tame into the art of wizardry, witchcraft, and sorcery. The guardian and the 4th ark angel holding the 4th ruling image of a ram by which his holder’s alternate self had the ability of both good and evil magic. TAURUS- Holding one of the primary elements, earth, he is the 5th ark angel pledge his loyalty to guard and serve the beings God cared so much with his image as a bull. Guardian of the world of Chikyuu by which the holder is the alternate gender from the original dimension.