Novel & Cerita Guardian Angel Heaven Tattoos

“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.

His attitude was rather off. “Guardian,” Genad called out as the pale guardian who had now turned into an angel came forward. He looked a bit sickly and fragile causing Dina to sigh internally, turning into an angel really was that difficult It was no wonder they were known as one of the strongest and also the sternest. To access the angels' realms, an angel had to pray, and depending on how deep the prayer was the gates would appear to let them within the heavens. Genad simply couldn’t do it. The thought of praying so devotedly to something sickened him so much that he was sure to fail if he forced himself to do it. Even if his body was running amok with angel blood right now, he was still

I asked him. I’m sure that if I ever had to watch my mother, Skylar, and other closed ones die while my life continued on normally, I’d be driven to insanity. I’d be really lonely as well. “It’s definitely not as happy and positive as people make it seem to be in fantasy shows and books. Being an angel isn’t only about living in a lovely place called heaven surrounded by a white fog. It also comes with heavy responsibilities, both on heaven and earth. Especially being a guardian angel too. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not exactly….”

He’s interrupted by cheering. He waits for everyone to quiet down again. “We will be having Angel’s Luna ceremony tomorrow night. I know it’s fast, but there is a reason for that.” He stops looking down at me before taking my hand in his and kissing it. “Angel was held captive by vampires for seven years. Apparently, vampires like the taste of Guardian blood. They have put a bounty on her head for seven million dollars. The other day, we were attacked by vampires in the canyon and today, we were attacked again at the offices in the city.”

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

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?!”

I got even more wet and excited just by thinking about the things he would do with me and the positions he'd put me in. Gasping at the discovery, I couldn't believe it. No way it couldn't be, not him, not Mariah's brother. The tattoo was proof it was the exact same one, an angel with burning wings falling, it was in the exact same placement as well on his chest. Fuck! it was him, Danny's the guy from the fucking club.

Ara was sure that he had already provoked the ire of the creator by tattooing such evil symbols on his body. He was going to hell, she was dead sure about it. But also, he was looking after an angel, Angela. Perhaps, God will give him some concessions. He was a tough-looking man. And Freya once had told her that most tough-looking people tend to have a soft heart. Maybe he also has a soft heart, she thought to herself.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

"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."