Novel & Cerita Warrior Guardian Angel

Harold held out his hand to shake Jake’s hand which Jake accepted. “It’s nice to see you again warrior. This is my Beta Greg and my Gamma Jim and their mates Sadie and Claire. We are going to join training while we’re here if you would have us.” Everyone shook their hands and welcomed them. “We would be honored.” “Guys this is our elite warrior team. They are the top of the top. I always train with them whenever possible.” Sonya added. Jake couldn’t help but notice how one of the warriors in the back of the group kept looking at Sonya with longing. He looked at her pendant and it wasn’t moving so he relaxed a little bit. He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.

“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.

Victor was still under everyone’s scrutinizing glare. “I want to know more about the Guardian. I suppose you can free your schedule for today.” “When you died and reborn, you possessed the most powerful weapon. It had never been chosen a man, but a woman with pure soul and intention.” “Yeah. How did they know I have a pure intention?” “Just listen, Nirvana.” Zarah shot me a glare. “There are many kinds of Guardians. Since you have a werewolf and witch blood, I suppose you possessed a warrior wolf spirit.”

Marcus Vale, my old guardian, stepped through a dimensional portal wearing impossible armor made of crystallized memories. "Marcus?" I gasped. "But you are mortal. You cannot travel dimensions." "Was mortal," he corrected. "Until Luna's mother offered me a choice. Stay mortal and safe, or transform into something that could help when you needed it most." He gestured to the portal behind him. "I brought friends." Through the opening came an army that defied description. Not just warriors, but concepts given form. Justice, Mercy, Courage, Hope—abstract forces that had chosen to manifest as defenders.

Rhychard tied his long, black hair into a ponytail with a leather thong before grabbing the harness that held his collection of swords—two short swords made of iron, a substance the faerie world dreaded, and the long, bronze Guardian Sword that changed his life forever. Magic from the faerie world of the Land Under possessed the Guardian Sword, supposedly created by the Guardian himself and bestowed upon the mightiest warriors of the Sidhe elves to help protect the earth, the land of the Guardian's creation, from the Destroyer and his creatures. Rhychard became the first human Warrior of the Way to exist and tossed the realms of faerie into a tizzy. Humans weren't supposed to know the magica

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.

"Are you saying you have a guardian?” "Yes," I replied, looking back at the silhouette of Michael's shadows. "It was he who danced with me in the territory of Octavius, it was he who allowed the passage between the earth and hell to be opened, and it is he who has been keeping us safe since we stepped on the earth. Because even if I tried to contain your powers, I could not do anything against the other archangels who protect humans who have never been touched by evil and, even if they can see us, they are constantly being deceived by the heavenly magic of my guardian.” I noticed how Vraxlon seemed suddenly tense, and he didn't even have to tell me to know that he thought the same as Faye. G

With years of experience and a fierce warrior spirit, she used her abilities with fluidity beyond her years. During the battle, Alpha Paul and a few of his warriors ran towards them, sensing the power emanating from Lauren and the rest of us the warriors behind him became afraid and we could sense their fear in the distance. The fight was fierce, but we were victorious, leaving only Alpha Paul and his beta alive. Lauren ordered them to shift into human form, and they immediately obeyed. When Alpha Paul asked who she was, Lauren responded that she was someone he should not have messed with. The shock on his face was amusing.

And in time, each of their stories shall unfold. There were nine angels in all, three Protectors, three Warriors, and three Saviors. Each triad had their own powers and orders, and none could cross over without severe penalty, and possible banishment. Protectors were adept at spinning spells, weaving magic, and creating talismans for the safety and protection of the human race. On the rare occasion, they could wield a sword offensively, however their swords were mostly use for defense. Warriors had brawn and analytical minds for warfare, and used blessed swords as their weapon of choice. And Saviors were meant to heal those with severe injuries and those who held the hand of death far too pr