My Father Is My Guardian Angel Novels & Stories

I gaze at him through the cloudiness of fatigue, attempting to make sense of what he’s saying and falling flat pitiably. I lick my chapped lips, midway to telling him to fuck off once more, but I instep listen myself answer, “That’s impossible.” “It’s not.” The stranger’s hand doesn’t move from mine, his confront reshaping with sensitivity as he looks down at me. “That can’t be,” I wheeze, as well depleted to do anything but state the self-evident, no matter how contrarian. “My father is an angel.”

I yelled, trying to pull him away but he didn’t even move a centimeter. “Go ahead Luciana, I will follow in a few minutes, I just need to say goodbye really quick,” he said. I nodded slowly. I ran through the tall grass for several minutes, only stopping when I heard a sudden cry. I looked back and saw a circle of angels in the sky, my father flying in the center. In a flash of silver and red, all of the angels suddenly fell out of the sky, their screams chilling me to the bone. My father yelled angrily before flying straight into the oncoming horde of guard angels, his silver sword drawn and thirsting for blood. He brought down over a dozen angels before being struck with an arrow.

-You don't know what you're doing," my father insisted. -Since when did you insist on making my life impossible? -Why? We used to be best friends," I looked at him with pain, "You used to support me and you were always on my side. And now I see you and all I see is an enemy, someone who doesn't want to see me happy. Who are you? Because I don't know you. My father's gaze fell, it seemed that what I had said had hurt him. And it was not for less, it was partly true because before everything he and I were best friends, it went beyond the relationship of father and daughter. Even Angelique was jealous of our relationship.

Dad smiled. Home... Why did I feel the only way to get home was on that parachute? It didn't make any sense. Maybe I just...need proper rest. My dad, he's always told me the truth. I decide to trust him. I say a silent thank you. "I will always love you, my prince," I whisper from my heart. It aches as we sail away. He'll be like my guardian angel. The person who helped me. "Dad, why was I here?"

As it came to a stop and I spotted my father standing with his beta, Niko, I said to her, "It's good to have you back." "It's good to be back." Came her reply. "I've missed me." Before the jet's door opened, ushering us to where our father stood. Angel and I got off, heading straight for our father and his beta, who was his personal bodyguard and best friend too. The air around had gone stiff and full of tension as we approached them, giving a little bow. My father nodded at us, his face a stony mass of annoyance mixed with anger. "Why won't you tell me where this bastard is and let me see him?" Was his first statement when we had stooped right in front of him.

I tell them, trying to look amused. "Oh my goddess," my father says, looking at me. "Savior angel?" "What?" I say shrugging my shoulders. “He is a damn rogue. Or at least that's what he claims, even though I have hints that it's not true, "he says, looking at Sean and then Jason. "He came in front of me with a science fiction story, claiming that he was raised by nuns. I'm surprised he didn't claim to be a saint revival, how come you say he's your savior angel? ” says Daddy, nodding disapprovingly.

“You know the answer to that as well.” A tear rolls down my cheek. “You’re an angel,” I whisper. “I am.” He takes another step back and great, white wings spread out behind him, stretching across the room. His eyes begin to glow a brilliant bright blue. My mouth falls open and another chill works its way down his spine. The Blue-Eyed Man is my father. My father is an angel. I’m half angel. Everything I thought I knew my whole life has been a lie. I’m not just a witch. My father is an angel and he said I look like my mother. But I look nothing like the mother I grew up with. My eyes shut in a long blink and the pain of my childhood hits me like a red-hot knife to the heart.

Their decision is forcing me to be under his arrogant control and his mercy in a way. “That was for your own good, Angel,” Father says with a straight face. “None of this is for my own good, Father. I hate Leo and you know that!” I am now livid. He is making this sound like it was for me when I am pretty sure he is up to something. “I don’t know that. What I know is that you saved his life several times,” he says. The sneaky devil! “This is your punishment?” Father does not bother disputing that. I guess Leo is my time out. “He will protect you with his life,”is all he says.

I found my father in the kitchen, reading a report. “Good morning, Angel,” he greeted softly. I perched on the stool beside him. “Morning.” He folded the paper. “How are you feeling?” “Better,” I replied. “Thanks to Adrian.” He nodded, concern still etched in his brow. After a moment, I said, “Papa… you promised to reconsider Adrian.” He set the paper aside. “Yes?” I exhaled, and something warmer mingling in my chest. “he’s… stubborn.”

“You mentioned that you’ve always wanted to have dinner with our fathers but your father would never let you. So, that’s an invitation for tonight if…” He didn’t let me finish. “Yes! A thousand times yes.” His smile lights up his face. He looks down at the card, his frown returning. “Will your father let me in?” I smirk at him. “Are you afraid of my father Alpha?” I ask him teasingly. “Fuck yeah. Your father’s a beast! I’m not stupid enough to take him on.” “Then, lucky for you, I’m YOUR Guardian. I’ll protect you from my father.”