Guardian Angel Warrior Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

Michael's eyes blazed an intense scrutiny as he approached, drawing closer to the edge of the shield, and, as he did so, I noticed three other creatures had broken away from the army and were edging towards us, until finally all four of them stopped just a few metres away, lined up in a row. 'The Archangels,' I said to Ethan, not taking my eyes off of them. The Angel closest to where I stood, stepped closer to the shield. This one was darker-skinned than the others, with black shadows under his eyes like war-paint, and tight wiry blonde curls closely-cropped to this skull. Reaching out, he touched a gold-nailed hand to the shield, which fizzed and sparked under his touch and he snatched it a

As Angela and the bodyguards both were protecting the children behind them, a group of people who pretended to be Helios’ fans yelled, “You b*stards! You should go to hell!” “That wh*re actually dreams of approaching Helios with your help? You two should just quit showbiz!” Angela was so exasperated that she cursed at those people. “Are you f*ckers even humans? How can you use those words in front of these kids? Just how sickening can you people be!?” Waylon clenched his fists tightly while he protected his sister. He also glared at those people with his gloomy and stern gaze. At that moment, someone flung a water bottle in the direction of the two children.

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

Straightening his back and clenching the knees using his trembling hands made him cough to ease the clog in his throat. The young apprentice closed his eyes again as he sighed for the nth time of that day since he was sure that the winged silhouettes were the pillars of the heavenly world also known as the Benevolent World. The moment that the first angel landed, Apollo Sky opened his eyes and observed the commotion around him. ‘Oh, it is father.’ Clad in his formal knightly white uniform adorned with deep azure and red rubies to symbolize his gratitude to the goddess. The guardian angel also known as the great captain the leader of the heavenly hosts, and the warrior helping the children of

My heart’s pounding as I pull my top down from my shoulder and look at Shane’s mark that is now tattooed over my shoulder; it consists of a shield which covers my shoulder. It has a sword upon it with an intricate hilt. In front of the shield is a wolf standing protectively. Shane… the shield of defence… He was ready to protect everyone, and he died a true warrior… I brush my fingers down my tattoo. Right beneath it, I had his name tattooed too. I look at Jax’s mark on my neck. It’s darker than Shane’s was. It consists of a thicket of trees, black with hues of dark green, and through the trees, you can see the dark silhouette of a wolf with yellow eyes peering out from between the trees.

"...I need to see your tattoos in full and plus it's making me feel almost bad for all those who have had to not see what hides beneath them. So take it off." "I can't. I can not let the likes of you see me naked, so turn around first." "Oh you little sinner, I have seen parts of you that not even you have seen before now, take it off." the evil angel said again gritting from his fangs. Sonny took off her shirt and was left in her black sports bra. Now the lines that covered her skin were fully visibly and glorious to look at. Anyone who knew not that this were natural to her would think they were the coolest tattoos ever. The way they were design around her torso, stretching from that trian

I just couldn’t lie still anymore. Easing off the bed, I marched towards Xandrios’s room to ask him to stop the hammering. Strangely, his door wasn’t locked, and I pushed it open to enter. But I stood transfixed on the doorstep at the sight of a freshly showered Xandrios standing by the wall with a hammer in his hand. But it wasn’t the hammer that made me blush. It was his bare body wrapped in a towel that made me react. Even with his back towards me, I could see the muscles rippling on his body as he hammered a nail in. A large male guardian angel tattoo covered the entire span of his back.

He set it on the table between us and opened it. Inside were sketches. Dozens of them. A design for a full back piece that was breathtaking in its complexity. A phoenix rising from flames, wings spread wide across the shoulder blades. But woven through the feathers were geometric patterns, sacred geometry, mandalas. And beneath the phoenix, falling figures that morphed into abstract shapes before reforming at the base of the spine. Death and rebirth. Destruction and creation. Chaos and order. It was stunning. Possibly the most beautiful tattoo design I'd ever seen.

I whisper more towards myself. The tattoo is of no ordinary design. The intricate details almost seem inhumanly made. Swirls of dusty-grey storm clouds surround a midnight-blue sword. They begin at the handles and spiral throughout the golden blade. Behind the sword lays black and blue tip wings. Each feather tip is like a tempestuous addiction. The closer I come, I want to touch it. Visions of the wings wrapping around me, never allowing me to escape, consume my thoughts. I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful.

Right before I felt his hand slowly grab my wrist, his slender finger lightly tapping against the mark, making me quickly realize exactly what he meant. “But...what if another angry archangel shows up and actually manages to kill me?” I asked, still not convinced. “I highly doubt that anyone would be stupid enough to piss me off like that but if that ever happens then I’ll happily bring down those damn gates, alongside Raziel...” He sincerely promised, his intense gaze slowly lowering to my lips and eager to feel them once again, he positioned his equally unclothed body above mine, supporting himself on his elbows, careful not to crush me with his weight.