Novel & Cerita Guardian Angel Fairy Tattoos

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.

Hello lovely fans. Thank you for always supporting me. Let’s see what happens today! Once the apple of her parents’ eyes The heir to the pack Petra’s angel goddaughter Now Warinth’s new friend Because of her bravery She leaves her protective cocoon And our angel is taken Straight to hell! PenaciousShewa

Angela’s POV “Who are you?” I asked him while I’m clutching the blanket on my chest. He smiled at me sweetly. “I’m Cleidon. I’m your guardian angel.” I furrowed my brows at him. “You? My guardian angel? Are you insane or what?” “No! Believe it or not, I’m really your guardian angel. The almighty descended me here to save you.” I rolled my eyes and took the ballpen on my side table and pointed it to him. “You are a robber, aren’t you?” I took a step back. “Or maybe, a r-rapist?!”

"See you tomorrow. " Laura's eyes widened. "I...I don't think that's a good idea. You can't see me." He smiled. "We'll see about that," like he had something in mind. "Take care of yourself and make sure to dream of me." She rolled her eyes. "That I'm not sure of." She said and he chuckled. "Goodnight, angel." He said. "I'll call you tomorrow." She stiffened. "But you don't have my mobile number."

Across my entire back, from shoulder to hips, was the flaming image of a phoenix. The tattoo was incredible, and I knew the magic Gerald possessed played a large role in the tattoo. The colors were bright against my pale skin. Shimmering shades of scarlet, orange, yellow, and gold intertwined and mixed within the spread wings of the phoenix. What surprised me most were its eyes. They were a brilliant shade of green, an exact replica of my own. Just as I pulled on my t-shirt, Gerald came back into the tent. I watched as he cleaned the surrounding area and tidied up his work station.

Here I thought his tattoos were only on his hands but turns out it wasn't only them. His back was full of tattoos but one caught my attention in particular, it looked like an Angel that's on its knees, the wings looked broken and above it were two hands, holding one another tightly with the word brother written underneath them and above the Angel… the fallen angel. Ray loved his brothers more than I could ever imagine, to the point where he tattooed his own body with a constant reminder of it. Something I could never have unless it's Malia we are talking about. Alana, focus.

Atlas's brother Hoka arrived immediately after Atlas had called and was shaking Phil's hand. The guardian angel was a bit concerned about the male due to his spiked black hair and both his arms covered in nautical-themed tattoos. He also mentioned that the female that was the concern wasn't at the hotel. "How am I to read this human if she isn't here, brother?" Hoka asked Atlas bluntly. "Can you just reverse the spell put on her? Give her soul back to herself or something," Atlas mumbled softly, seeing Hoka frowning at him.

“Conlan Frasier at your service, my angel.” I wrap my hand around his and smile when he kisses my hand. That’s when I notice the mark. Supernatural beings are usually identified in several ways. Demons, werewolves, vampires, and other underworld creatures usually have a tattoo of some kind. Angels do not. I mean, we can have tattoos, but we’re not born with them, and they certainly don’t look like they can come out of your body.

My friend had enough of those before her death. There was a white cloud above her head and on her feet laid flowers of different kinds, her feet bare, she was clad in a white dress the one she had worn on the day she was laid to rest, the phoenix tattoo on (the one we had tatted that day) her arm I had highlighted with a the green, weird I know but green meant life and that's what I prayed everyday for her even though I didn't really like God I somehow wished he had heard my prayer. "she is an angel," I whispered lowly.

"I don't understand. That woman said we're in angel territory but those guards didn't look like angels and neither did she." "Can angels hide their wings?" Jax asks. "Yeah but angels have silver eyes and all the ones I've ever seen are covered in runes—not tattoos like the witches' but runes that are actually carved into their skin," I tell him. "I didn't see any of that." "Yeah me neither." "Do you think maybe she was the only one?" I shrug to myself, settling with my back against the wall. "I doubt it but what else could they be? Angels are extremely territorial and too proud, there's no way they'd let another species live alongside them."