Guardian Angel Warrior Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

And in time, each of their stories shall unfold. There were nine angels in all, three Protectors, three Warriors, and three Saviors. Each triad had their own powers and orders, and none could cross over without severe penalty, and possible banishment. Protectors were adept at spinning spells, weaving magic, and creating talismans for the safety and protection of the human race. On the rare occasion, they could wield a sword offensively, however their swords were mostly use for defense. Warriors had brawn and analytical minds for warfare, and used blessed swords as their weapon of choice. And Saviors were meant to heal those with severe injuries and those who held the hand of death far too pr

It had a diamond in the center, surrounded by an intricate carving design that got me curious the first time I saw it. Hunter took my hand and slipped the ring on my finger. It was only then that I recovered from my shock. I finally made out the design of the ring. The two-carat diamond center was surrounded by smaller diamonds that make out the shape of wings—like angel wings. Then he showed me the matching ring. It had a thicker band. The pattern revealed a sword with a small round diamond on its hilt. “This ring is mine. A symbol of my promise to always protect you… take care of you… guard you,” he said in a solemn voice. He placed the ring on his finger and then he raised his eyes to loo

The smooth velvety warm caramel skin clung to seductive massive curves of muscle, trailing up to broad full shoulders Outlined in what appeared to be intricate golden tattoo ink in hieroglyphic patterns some I recognized like the Ankh the Egyptian representation of life on his rose gold armored gauntlets, others were completely unrecognizable to me with their intricate curves. My eyes slowly traced his tattoos the odd tribal patterns leading from his wrist up to his forearm up his biceps disappearing beneath his armor. Each new glimpse of his body sending my pulse through the roof. I could barely breathe with the way he was holding me so close to his chest. As I looked up at the face of my r

"Doing what? I wasn't doing anything here. Not like you wouldn't say yes, it doesn't take much for a woman to fall in love with me." "Yeah and it doesn't take much for you to seduce and take them to bed or isn't that what you're implying? Then leave them broken and shattered. It's literally written all over your face and that tattoo of yours. What does it mean by the way? It's Angel's wings right? Folded around a rosebud then a pack of three wolves? And there's some sort of Chinese written all over it, what does it even mean?" "So now you're spying on me whenever I'm naked?"

version of his outfit, he wears a black tank top with the Crownsguard's insignia in gray. He has a small arm sleeve over his left wrist, and wears black shoes with red soles. He has amber eyes and a long scar over his left eye. He has a large tattoo of a bird of prey that covers his entire back and extends down his arms. The full tattoo is visible with the rugged attire from his pack. The tattoo is for male line of the Amicitia, and is the credential of the King's Shield rather than a family crest, the family members getting their tattoo when they become one of the shield.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

His hair was wet, and he had nothing but boxers on. I had a vivid view of his tattoos. Adorning his back was a fierce-looking wolf, jaws agape and poised to seize its prey. On his chest, a heart ensnared in thorny vines bled profusely, the tendrils winding their way to a blossoming rose, seemingly coloured by the lifeblood drawn from the heart. Positioned on the left side of his chest was a strikingly fierce yet captivating eagle. Additional intricate designs adorned his arms, crafted with bold strokes of black ink. The well-defined muscles accentuated the synergy between his movements and the artistic lines. I found myself pondering about the talented artist behind these captivating creatio

It almost didn't make sense, as all his other tattoos where either small or tiny. Another weird thing was why he left his chest out of the entire ink fest. "Phoenix is the insignia of the the Archangels." He stated coldly, that it made me drag my gaze from the yellowish white of his ceiling to the stony mask that was now his face. "I am aware of that, Almighty. Yours stands out, it isn't like the rest." "I am an Almighty, that's why." Mike snapped his reply even before I was done talking. I immediately knew there was a backstory he wasn't willing to share.

The red signifies the prisoner, the black signifies Xylah men and the white signifies our army. I use the other colors like yellow, blue, orange and brown to mark the other pack we were to attack. As I was calculating, I felt an arrow being thrown at me which I dodge, causing it to land on the wall. "Woah," I heard them mumble. When I looked, I found Dante with the arrow and I noticed it was already evening. I have been calculating this for quite a long time now. "See Gemma, even with her focus on it, she could still sense it," he said. I quickly put everything away, before standing up.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.