Angelic Warden Fanart Novels & Stories

she said quietly. “Not thinking,” I said. “Deciding.” The stranger’s pale eyes fixed on me. “If you unleash that power here, in the Spire’s heart, the chains will weaken faster.” “Then we win faster,” I shot back. “No. Then it wins faster.” The first shadow fell across the tunnel’s opening. A Warden stepped into view—armor dark as the hollow between stars, helm hiding their face, that eerie stillness radiating from every movement. Their weapon wasn’t a sword, but a hooked glaive that shimmered faintly with runes.

With a dull boom, dazzling fireworks exploded across the night sky, shattering into millions of starlights before slowly falling away. The shifting light painted Victor’s profile in flickers of brightness and shadow, like something out of a dream. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as he murmured, “Do you like it? I prepared this just for you.” I stared at the brilliant yet fleeting display, and an uncontrollable sadness hit me. This grand beauty felt just like the time I had with Victor; it was gorgeous but destined to disappear.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

Ash whispered, “Divinity?” Isabella’s stomach dropped. “I’m not a god.” The silver gaze returned to her. Not yet. The ground seemed to tilt. Rex’s hand closed around hers. Firm, grounding. “Explain what you are.” The stranger studied him coolly. “I am a Warden.” “Of what?” Kael demanded. “Of thresholds.” Ash frowned. “Thresholds between what?” The Warden’s gaze drifted briefly toward the sky where faint cracks still shimmered like healing scars.

Azak walked in, looking comfortable in one of the t-shirts she had picked out for him the other day, when she realized he had been wearing the same hoodie for a while now. She waved at him and Art looked at her with confusion as Azak sat in the chair next to her. His eyes flashed for a second, and she saw the spark of magick, but his magick wouldn't work on Azak. Azak was powerful than him, anyways. "Art, this is Azakeal. He is-" "I am her guardian angel." Aurora had prepared a speech to introduce Azak, but this way worked too. Just coming right out and say it. The Angel didn't understand subtlety or trying to soften a blow.

Ends “Hey my beautiful Angel, I know you have joined college, it’s your dream to become a designer and I know you’ll achieve it, I’ll be waiting to wear your handmade design for me, remember this you’ll be my personal designer, may all your wish come true and I know my Angel is a warrior, who doesn’t back out from anything. Here is my wish for you Angel, Keep smiling, your smile lit up my small world. Hugs and good luck wishes” - Your Admirer

” I walked and crouched down beside her, picked up the things that were in the box. I imidetly recognized them. One was a statue of an angel, on it there was a name engraved. ’Elena Shaw. Our angel’ Another was a statue of posdeion, the god of all things water. There was a vase printed with gold and red flakes and several different paintings. A mirror that was wrapped in protective foil and the frame was a beautiful handmade steel masterpiece. ”What are these things?” I picked up the angel, stroking it's details and wings. It was just as big and magnificentent as I had remembered it.

Tears filled her eyes, and she asked in a shaky voice, "You did this?" To this, Aiden nodded. The painting depicted a scene of a baby in a cradle, surrounded by endless clouds and flowers. It was a beautiful, almost heaven-like place. Hovering protectively over the baby was an angel with large, feathered wings outstretched, as if the angel is using them to shield and watch over the infant. The angel's facial expression was serene and benevolent, with a gentle smile on its face as it gazes down at the sleeping baby. The angel's body was shrouded in flowing, ethereal robes, depicted in shades of white and traces of gold.

Now the stampede that had gone where trumping back. Feral felt his spine run cold at the sight of hundreds of angels, four-winged, five-winged spread forth their wings within the sky as they speedily besieged them. His knees buckled slightly as the horror approached but he was a step faster and directly slammed the door closed. They had to escape. NOW!

He was on the same age as him or maybe younger, eyes gray. "The orb has chosen me, there is no need for them to come." "I see," the guardian smiled lizard like, bringing his hands at the back of his head, turning to face the other way. "You were one of Keisuke's tsundere character, huh? The one introduced as cold and dangerous. I bet you betrayed him and he expected that." "You seemed to hate the Angel of Death just by your tone of speaking his name." "Oh yes," Pika hissed, sobbing a laughter. "Me, a great Archangel getting reprimand by that stone cold bastard! Do you know how annoyed I am when that idiot giggles? I don't get why I have to do this for him!"