Warrior Guardian Angel Novels & Stories

All I had were fragments power I couldn’t control, a voice in my head that shouldn’t exist, and cracks in the earth that answered to something inside me. “I’m the Guardian,” I said, more firmly this time. “That’s what I was told.” His expression shifted just slightly but I caught it. Something like doubt. “Who told you that?” he asked. I hesitated. Faces flashed through my mind. The council. The rituals. The moment they looked at me like I was something sacred. Something chosen. “They did,” I said. “The ones who trained me. They said I was meant to protect this world from ruin.”

“Does this mean anything to you?” "The odd-looking script is familiar to me. “It’s one of the old languages that was created during the wars between the vampires and the shifters. The Nelo Clan was prominent back then. It had a female leader named Jean Sanguinite. She’s my ancestor. Jean was prominent in creating the language, and she turned the tides of the war.”

Now that he finally had her in the grasp of his hand, he wasn't letting the little angel go anywhere. ****** Raphaella told the doctor of all the symptoms she had, and the doctor drew blood from her and took it to the lab for testing. So, right now she was waiting in his office for the test results and Raphaella decided to call Betty. “Hey girl, what's up?” Betty asked in her usual, bright tone. Raphaella groaned. “You won't believe who my new bodyguard is.” “Who is it? Is it that hot bodyguard/ model that we always see on TV? Oh my gosh! Is it Dwayne Johnson?” Betty asked, excitedly. Raphaella rolled her eyes at Betty's bad guess.

It’s said with respect. I step forward, Liam putting his arm out, holding me to the spot next to him. “I’m the Guardian, my name is Angel. What do you want?” I ask him. “I am King Urien, Guardian. I understand that you have had a bad experience with some of my brethren.” “Those ‘brethren’ are dead.” Liam growls at him.

" She instructed, walking out. And just like that I was dragged to the white room with the door being locked. There was the guard I noticed that had a sexually attracted to me and I consider it gross seeing his stupid loss. However, it made me wonder if I would be able to use him as a means to escape but that would be possible if I could summon a little strength for my wolf. My time was up as Xylah came to him and I was dragged away into another room, where Kai was. He smirked seeing me in a weak form and judging by his uniform, I could tell he was already the new beta. Better luck to him, cause I never liked that uniform and I hardly ever wore them. "The almighty Sophia is now at our servic

he says to Angel. “I’m Guardian Angel and she's not coming with you,” Angel says, the sweetness in her voice gone. Instead, there’s a hard, threatening tone. “You’re outnumbered Guardian. Give us the girl and there won’t be any problems.” Angel laughs. As angry as she, her laughter still has a sweet tone to it. “You know nothing about the Guardians, do you?” she asks. I see several other werewolves that I recognize from the pack coming up behind us. It’s her against eight wolves. I know they’ve told me that the Guardians are strong, but these are Alpha Alaric’s top warriors. I know that they will kill her to get to me and then they will kill me.

Even if I won't be one of them, I am grateful to be a warrior here. "Azeal, the angel of air!" He announced and the villagers applauded. "Mayim, the angel of water!!?" Another round of applause. "Seth, angel of light…!!" The true protector. "Gaia, angel of earth….!!!" Now, only one protector left to identify. I was thrilled and my gaze fell on Nate, my lover. He was looking at the Godfather and I assumed he would be the one. He was the best manipulator of fire and earth. I wondered why he wasn't chosen as protector of earth.

The stone guardian was massive, its limbs heavy but surprisingly quick, each movement precise and deadly. “Watch out!” Lucas yelled, darting to the side as another guardian swung its ancient weapon toward him. Gabriel’s muscles coiled, ready to spring into action. He surged forward, wielding his sword with the authority of an alpha, the blade glinting in the dim light as he cleaved through the guardian's outstretched arm.

"His beloved." "And he... has wings?" Malachi peers closer at the image of the man protecting the woman from the heated flames, broad feathered wings extending from his muscled back and wrapping around both him and his woman. She is staring in his eyes, her lips only inches from his, as she is lost in the safety he provides from the flames that leap and lick around them. "He's an angel, but not just any angel. He's her guardian, created for her exclusively. He is real, and she feels him no matter how far apart life takes them. He is always there for her, especially when she is in danger."

She was the ultimate detective, the one sent to uncover the hidden world of vice, sent to restore true virtue. I hear Jesus loves you. How wonderful. So happy for you. Thing is, assholes, I'm his bodyguard. Which makes the whole cross thing my fault. I have shit I need to put right, you know how that goes. I am the commander of the warrior angels and they send me in when asses need kicking. This place is a fucking mess. This is a courtesy call to ask which side are you on. I expect a reply "money-funsters" (keeping this a bit family friendly). I am the ghost you don't wanna ghost because my backup is higher up, you dig?