The Guardian Angel Novels & Stories

“Didn’t you invite me for a talk, Mr. White? Why don’t I get to sit down? I’m sure there isn’t a rule about it.” “Hmph! Don’t flatter yourself, dimwit. Mr. White summoned you. He did not invite you. I doubt you deserve an invitation.” The bodyguard scoffed furiously and approached Kaze aggressively from behind Angel. Angel sat there, sipping on his tea. He was oblivious to everything happening around him. Angel wanted his bodyguard to intimidate and send a strong message to the boy before they were to talk. “I’ll teach you a lesson, you ignorant kid.” With his bulging arm, the bodyguard aimed for Kaze’s shoulder with a powerful grip.

Maybe something worse. This place has taken so much from me,...so much from all of us. We’ve been chained and broken, forced to fight, to survive, to serve as entertainment for those who think they control our lives. And yet, here he is,..Christian, the rogue, the former guard, the legend, the one that brought bits of food and from what i heard, the one that saved so many when this all started.

“What?” “Shoot me, Angel.” **

Kael's POV Everyone has a nice picture of what angels look like. Kind. Beautiful. Loving. Some people even believe in guardian angels. They think angels are here to protect them. To guide them. To keep them safe. But I know an angel who is the complete opposite of that.

I knew she wasn’t dead and I couldn’t decipher the reason she wasn’t waking up. I know divinity isn’t something to be revealed to a mere human, but the supreme one should understand that it wasn’t the little girl’s fault that she saw it likewise not mine also. I could even say it was the heaven’s fault that she saw it because if there wasn’t a disruption in heaven nothing of such would have happened. I’ve heard about such event that also happened many years ago when brother Basath was sent to earth as a guardian angel of the perfect one then. It happened 60 days ago before I got my own mission as a guardian angel. So it was approximately 600 years ago on earth.

She studied the leaked pendant in her hands and looked at the mirror again, where I saw the man, and she didn't. "An archangel cannot become the shadow of a human unless he is his guardian.” "He said he was my guardian.” Faye seemed to have an absurd pressure drop. She staggered to the mirror and gasped. "Arianna, guardians are souls destined to protect every step taken by a human. This means that he knows everything you have done or failed to do in centuries of life!” "Yes, he knows.” Faye seemed to freak out. "And aren't you worried about that? We know that her enemy killed her somewhere where Lucifer couldn't do much to save her. And yet you don't believe that the archangel is guilty?”

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.

Only some people go out to get what is most necessary, then the rest of the world seems to have cowardly hidden from them. Up in the sky, the angel who revealed his existence to those of this city is standing as a guardian, watching everything and nothing at the same time. 'He is in a state called Guardian Trance, a state that allows him to be in touch with every living creature around him. They use this to be alert in case some of those so-called dark Angels decide to interfere again.' I hear Kade in my head as his hand squeezes mine.

She looked around, taking in the beauty of the world around her, when suddenly, she heard a voice. "Rory," the voice said, and Rory turned to see a figure standing before her. It was an angel, with wings of pure white and a halo of light around its head. Rory felt a shiver run through her body as she looked upon the angel, for it was the most beautiful and awe-inspiring thing she had ever seen. "Who are you?" Rory asked, her voice trembling with fear and awe. "I am your guardian angel," the angel replied, its voice soft and soothing. "I have been watching over you since the day you were born, and I am here to guide you on your journey."

I pleaded and inhaled sharply when she told me yes. "I heard you're my guardian angel," I mumbled and Grace gritted her teeth and cursed. "You can thank my asshole father for that mess. He assigned me so I'd have to end my relationship with you Mortas, guardian angels can't be involved with who they are guarding so we should not, ugh you understand," she mumbled irritatedly. So she was breaking some major angel rules to be here with me. I smiled at my little delinquent wife. "I thought only full blood angels could be guardians," I said softly and Grace shrugged her shoulders.