Angelic Warden Fanart Novels & Stories

Adelaine laughed. "Hehe" She said, "Here is what it is-" while revealing her personal status. "Status" Adelaine Lawrence Level: 56 AGE-18 Race: Human(Otherworlder) Titles: Hero Class: Spirit Warden Mana-1100 ART: "Holy Light User" "Shield Art" "Dendro Art" "Language comprehension" "Growth""Purify""Seraphic Domain {Unique}""Divine Shield{Unique}" Class Skill: "Enhanced Accuracy" "Movement Restriction" "Entangle" "Damage Transfer" "Summon Oak Walker" "Two-Handed Weapon Mastery" "Banish"

I stared at the staff he was holding. That was definitely it, no denying. I can't believe it didn't hit me right away. Our eyes met and maybe I was hallucinating but it seemed like he smiled at me briefly. My instincts started going haywire and I gulped. He is the Celestial Warden, the lycan carrying the highest title as the Supreme. “What have we here?” He asked. Contrary to his authoritative aura, his voice was light and chirp, albeit obviously taunting if you listen closely.

My shadows recoiled even before the floor split. The thing that rose was no mercenary. No flesh, no blood. Old magic carved into form: a sentinel bound in obsidian plates, joints webbed with light-etched glyphs. Its eyes burned cold white, a blank reflection of everything the Nerezza mosaics had sworn to guard. “Shadow warden,” Elias breathed, already sketching sigils in the air. His voice carried awe and disgust. “They haven’t been used since.”

I tried again but there was still nothing but silence. Suddenly a rock came flying into the room shattering the window making me scream. The rock landed right in front of me and I could clearly see that there was a paper attached to it. "Ace!" He yelled and a few seconds later a buff looking man ran through the door. "Yes sir," the man said to Theodore. "A rock was just thrown into this room from the window. Quick go find who it was," Theodore ordered and the man rushed out muttering something into his earpiece.

Isla went to the palace. Arin took the arrow and started looking at it. Who can attack them.If the owner of this arrow is something other than a human, then he should know Arin that Arin is an angel.And no one can be higher than an angel. Arin was very angry. He changed from his human form to his true form, the Angle form. And he shouted, "Who has the courage to shoot arrows at me come forward?"

After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full affection of the supreme one. Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was made up of golden chairs and another part was where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them as one of us, this faction was formed when brother Luci was banished. And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it.

Was this a mistake? Ash pushed the thoughts away and continued through the large gate, taking hold of the cold, metal bars. A rush of heat flushed his face as he passed the threshold, revealing the expansive, apocalyptic skies of Hell. Buildings on the outskirts of the castle were worn and bricks blew away to dust. It was clear no souls had lived in these houses for centuries. The earth had taken back many of the building left standing, dark vines split concrete siding. Ashton's hair stood on end at every creak as he pushed forward, soon reaching the inner workings of the town. Despite a few side glances from passing demons, he wasn't given any trouble. The angel passed by small colorful sho

Raphaella rolled her eyes at Betty's bad guess. “First of all, Robin West shouldn't be called a bodyguard. I promise you his fans will kill you while he is going about his bodyguard duty before your enemies will.” “What I would do to have that hot man as my bodyguard? I can handle those fans, I just need him to rearrange all my organs.” Betty said, her voice dreamy. Yuck! Raphaella chuckled. “How did you think of Dwayne? He's an actor, not a bodyguard. Unless he had a whole change of career, in that case he can also rearrange my organs.”

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

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