Guardian Warrior Angel Novels & Stories

A hand grabbed at my own, warm, familiar, and I turned to look into Ethan's dark eyes. 'You're a fucking warrior , Casey Brogan,' he said, his voice tinged with admiration. 'Come on,' he said, urgently, pulling me away. 'Stay close to my side, yeah?' Ethan and I ran towards the main body of the fight, slowing now and then for him to push out at the advancing enemy, the incredible force of his energy taking out whole lines of Powers like they were nothing. I ran with him, looking back to see that Oscar was not too far behind, but keeping more of a distance to protect Addi, firing off shots at any Angel that drew too near, but it wasn't Oscar that the Angelic Army were interested in. As we nea

Why did Greg let him go up? God. What should I do in this situation? What would James say? — Run, Angel, like in training!— His stiff voice echoed through my brain. However, I never listened to him. I always hated the orders the security guards gave me, I felt like a baby. And I wasn't. An uproar of anger and fear mingled in my blood, but the anger stood out, giving me the courage to drop all my belongings on the floor (a few bags and a notebook) and approach with smoke billowing from my nostrils.

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

I whispered, “He will kill you.” His gaze darkened, “Nothing will happen to me. Nothing will happen to you.” He pulled me towards him, into his chest, holding me close to him when I repeated the same thing; “Fabiano will kill you.” He pushed my face into his chest, “Remember I told you once, I am your Angel. Your Guardian Angel. I’ll worry about you and guard you, not the other way around. You deserve so much more than this. So much, goddess.” I paused, pushing away from his chest and staring into his eyes,

These two may not be in their wolf form, but the pending violence in the room is palpable. “Liam, perhaps we should hear what Xander and Maeve have to say. You know your son would never put his family in danger.” Angel says quietly. “You’re the Guardian Angel, right?” I ask Xander’s mother. I already know I’m right, but I need to cut the tension in this room before it suffocates me. “Yes.” She says, cocking her head to the side, assessing me. Her mate jerks her to his side. “Liam.” She says quietly, almost scoldingly.

"Angel is a name. And that name belongs to my Father's most loyal, and most deadly, operative. And they just received the final order to take care of all loose ends...." ​

Hearing Gavin’s footsteps and the bathroom door fling open I didn't bother to look up when the shower door opened. “What the fuck is going on, woman?!” He demanded sternly and I glanced up at him. The look in my eyes made his temperament grow soft and turn to concern. “I'm a failure and a shitty warrior,” I muttered sullenly, causing him to kneel down to my level. Reaching out he cupped my face and turned me to look at him. “Athena Blackstone, you're the best female warrior that I have ever known, but there's always someone better, and that doesn't make you any less remarkable,” he said compassionately.

She growled softly, anger burning through her body, ‘How fucking dare they! She was about to rip them off when a bolt of electricity pierced her body, and she yelled in pain, ‘Just making sure you understand what will happen if you try to escape.’ A voice said close to her ear, and when she turned her head, she saw the youngest of the ‘Angels’, that was what they looked like, stunningly handsome Archangels, with varying shades of blonde hair and blue eyes. They were perfect, each of them different but also the same, as if they were siblings, but they were nothing of the sort; these were the Dark Angels Warriors. He was the antithesis of the Creator, and he was desperate to prevent her ascens

Her nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I'll get you back for this," she claimed loudly and stomped her way out of the ground. . . . . _____ . . . ."Minahil what happened? Have you swapped the party and now you are a companion to the angels because the descendant of Devil like you can't be happy over the success of her enemy." "Who said he is going to win?" Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara.

He paused for a while, then continued to speak. "I work for an organization called the GOH,Guardians of the Hex. We fight all sort of bad, human and non human. We use advanced technology and combat to fight our enemies" he emphasized. Confusion struck me.I didn't know how to react. I felt proud of my father, I also felt angry at him for abandoning his family to save the world. As I lifted my gaze, I saw my father looking back at me, I smiled, hoping he could not see the anger within me as I was embarrassed to show my true feelings to people I hadn’t known that long.