The Guardian Angel Novels & Stories

“Not for him. For the pack. Cara will have an explosion of power when Clint dies. Her grief will send out a pulse of energy that will have the potential to kill everyone around her.” “WHAT? What can I do?” “Angel will be there, but she can only protect so many. You and Andra were Guardians once. I think you can use yourself as a shield to absorb some of her power and keep her from killing her pack and everyone around her.” “Of course, Andra and I will do whatever we can to protect the pack.” She smiles at me. “I know you will, that’s why you were chosen to be Guardians to begin with.” A few days later, it’s the day of the war. While I’m excited to see my mate again, I’m worried about Andra a

She tells me with a pleasant smile and her voice sounded so cute. Final chance? LUAHU? I parroted. “Who are you?” I asked. “I’m your guardian angel and always has been.” This little girl is my guardian angel. “G-Guardian angel?” I muttered in shock. “I don’t have much time.” She says and out of nowhere her wings flapped as she took flight. She was flying from the floor and was on level with me.

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.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Unsure as to whether he already knew and was trying to get her side of things or whether this was the first he had heard of it, Angel quickly shook her head and stated, "It's nothing." Though she was growing more and more irritated with the way that Reebah was treating her, she didn't feel like betraying her to her brother. Not with his newfound need to be protective. She remembered all too well the way he had jumped to her side and began to act as though he was a guard dog that morning in the woods. He wouldn't do that when it comes to Reebah, Angel reassured herself. Would he?

Now he was finally having some use to it. She smiled shyly, “I’ll accept this then. Thank you so much.” Heather gently pulled her shirt, “Mama, I think he is my guardian angel. But he can’t tell me because he can’t lie.” Allen quickly left while they were busy talking about how he was a guardian angel even though he was the perfect opposite of an angel. He hid from a corner after the two realized that he was gone. “I told you mama, he’s my guardian angel.” Heather exclaimed happily.

"Humans and the supernatural were living together a long long time ago but they separated when they started having disputes with each other and war raged. At that time there was a race that was known as half-human and half-angel. When a heavenly angel chose a partner other than another angel. So, in short, their descendent are what we call guardians nowadays. They can be human or any other supernatural but they must have one of the parents who is a heavenly angel or fallen angel or any descendants of them." "Alright so, children of angels and other species together, and then their children's children are known as guardians?" I concluded, and Will nodded, telling me I'm going the right way. "

"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.

The Guardians are not obligated to kill any souls without a proof. Just like angels, Guardians are enchanting creatures with a pair of golden wing. So, you’ll know when you spot one. They’re so beautiful unlike any other creatures. The girl moves her leg away from Onyx. She draws her arrow back. Onyx stands up and brushes his clothes slightly. “You didn’t kill me.” Onyx says. The girl giggles. “Don’t be so conceited. You’re not worth my time.” She says. Onyx burns with anger. However, he holds it in because he knows he doesn’t stand a chance against a guardian.

“King Drake is my daughter’s mate. He’s on our side and if you kill him, it will be an act against the Guardians.” “We understand that our alliance is new and tentative, but we wouldn’t have asked you to join us if we didn’t trust Drake. Please think carefully before ruining the tentative bond we've created by trying to hurt him,” Guardian Angel says, moving to stand in front of me and partially in front of her daughter. I notice she said 'trying' to hurt him, meaning, they have no intention of letting the witches hurt me.