Mis Pequeños Tres Ángeles Guardianes Novels & Stories

she says. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind before accidentally pissing him." I comment, making them both laugh. "As for Lucien, as you know is your guardian. He is a descendant of Goddess Soteria. Goddess of safety, deliverance and preservation of harm. Most of her descendants are guardians, who are tasked to protect and look out for certain special individuals, preventing any harm from coming to them." she tells me, making me let out a small, annoyed sigh. Just another thing pointing to all this really being my destiny...

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

HongKong, China (July 1936) The Principalities' voices rose above one another, Haneul felt like their trial would last forever. In fact, they haven't addressed Haneul's squad at all, they were all busy quarreling over the state of the universe, which hang precariously out of balance. As of the moment, the angels only have two out of seven feathers in their possession, one of which is being held in Hell and well within Lilith's reach. The Third Angelic Sphere was infiltrated and several of their warriors were lost, including Minho. The American Mirror had descended right under their noses and Tina...

I clear my throat quietly and bring myself to focus as she repeats herself once more. “Alpha Wade,” she says slowly, making sure I am paying attention this time. “I, Aliauna Fletcher, 115th Guardian of the Guardian sect, bind myself to you. It is my honor and my mission to protect you at all costs, My life is forfeit if it means that you may survive. My blade and my body are weapons for you to use as protection. I am your shield, your sword, and your confidant.” She takes the stone dagger off the pillow between us and she lifts it up to the sky.

She sighed, looking at her hands. "I'm sorry. I can't help you there. Plus, you were my mother's best friend. It feels awkward." "I know, I'm a few centuries older than you and called you a baby angel on your last visit but then I realized angels are only babies when they are in the first 2 years of their life. As soon as they turn 3, they are young angels until they are 7 years old. You’re just a young angel. Not a baby angel. And I’m still are very attractive and it doesn't matter in angels because we never grow old. We're always young." She shrugged.

They are born as infants and are grown into adults in 10 years. Little Althea was 1 year then. Angels made are the angels made, just like humans manufacture Robots. Everything they need to know will be already incorporated in their heads. They are the Warriors Angels. Punishing those sinned and justice is what they know, unlike Guardian Angels. "Hello, brother Lucifer" the little girl came forward and extended her chubby arm. All the Angels are considered brothers and sisters to each other in general. "Hello little girl" I greeted the cute little thing.

'Angels are the guardians of hope and wonder, the keepers of magic and dreams. Wherever there is love, an angel is flying by. Your guardian angel knows you inside and out, and loves you just the way you are. Angels keep it simple and always travel light. Remember to leave space in your relationships so the angels have room to play. Your guardian angel helps you find a place when you feel there is no place to go. Whenever you feel lonely, a special angel drops in for tea. Angels are with you every step of the way and help you soar with amazing grace. After all, we are angels in training; all we have to do is spread our wings and fly! Nobody's perfect. We're all just one step up from the beast

Ansel never raises his voice at anyone unless it's a serious matter, and right now she's scared she might have let Amanda walk right into danger. She slapped her forehead and scoffed, "of course I led her into danger" she mumbled to herself and fell to the ground, tears rolling down her cheeks "please be safe Amanda, please" Ansel halted when he saw the 10 guardians crowded together in one spot "oh God no" he muttered and ran towards them, pushing them away as soon as he got close to them. The sight before him immediately made him halt in his step, an almost lifeless Elle laid before him in a pool of her own blood with four open slashes on her chest "you stupid bastards" he growled out as he

Allistair's Chaos whirled around him, a churning vortex of energy that deflected Luna's lunar magic, sending it crashing back toward her in a blinding explosion of light and shadow. Cerberus stood as a guardian before Elion, his massive form a bulwark against the onslaught of angels. His growls echoed like thunder, and his flames licked at the ground, creating a wall of fire that kept the angels at bay. The mysterious figure, now revealed to be Zadkiel, protected Envy with unyielding resolve, his golden lance a beacon of light as he cut through the angelic ranks with precision and power.

I am the room. I catch flashes of what I look like now through some of the many eyes that make up my new form: Four enormous, interconnected wheels. Four massive wings. Every surface covered in unblinking, glowing eyes—each one watching, judging, balancing. I'm not an archangel. The angels lied. And somehow, that’s allowed. Because it was "God’s will." No. I’m not an archangel. I’m a Throne. There are three celestial orders: The Lowest (angels and archangels)