Warrior Protector Archangel Tattoo Novels & Stories

he said and when he raised his hand, I noticed the vine-shaped tattoo he had on this one. “What is this?” I asked in disbelief. “At what point did you get a tattoo?” George held up his hand with a matching tattoo and I looked at him blankly. “The moment the Goddess joined us as your protectors,” he said sternly. “Somehow, she wants me to join you because she thinks I can serve in your protection.” My mouth fell open and the others nodded. “No matter what happens, we're going to be there for you, Snow,” Winter said firmly. “We're your family, your friends, and your shield. No matter what happens, we're going to have your back.”

he asked, his voice low and tender. I nodded slowly, a small smile breaking through. He swung his legs over the bed, and grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. I stared at the tattoo covering his entire back. It was a dark angel with black wings, and a female angel with brilliant white wings enveloped the dark angel in a gesture of comfort. Around them, deep red and black roses were intertwined. It was like it was telling a story to bridge the chasm between light and darkness. My eyes were glued to the way he moved his body. The muscles in his back bunched together, and his biceps jerked when he pulled his hand back to rub his neck. He cracked it side to side.

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

I wonder if he's wearing any underwear. "Stop looking at me like I'm a piece of fine ass!" Devon said as he walked towards me. "Sorry, the force of habit! I was just admiring your dress." I told him and giggled. "It's not a dress! This is a warrior uniform!" He replied angrily. "How can warriors fight wearing dresses?" I asked, still laughing my heart out. "For your information, I'm an archangel which means that I'm a warrior." He informed me. "Archangel huh? Like Michael? I asked based on my stock knowledge.

Taking a pause, Armiz offered me his hand arduously that left me in daze. “Become the strongest, become a protector, Denzel,” Hurting a soul sounded unfavorable on my terms, I hated the idea of it but there was my brother who chose me. My brother who decided to save me and now required my force. If there was anything I could do for him, I senselessly agreed. “Okay…”

“Or am I not allowed to call you that anymore?” “Let’s work back to the nicknames. The indecisiveness you both have about being friends with me has given me emotional whiplash. The tattoos seem to be an addition to the spell, but only for you five. I got a matching one, too.” I hold up my wrist showing the cuff I now have with a crescent moon layer as the outer edges, quarter moon bands just inside that, then half moon bands with a full moon band in the center. As I look at mine, the moons get progressively bigger, like the full moons are closer to me. “None of the warriors got a tattoo to go with their protection bracelet.” “How many times have you done this spell?” “

She said and showed me a mark on the inside of her wrist. I gasped loudly fear piercing my soul as I stared at the Lockhart symbol that had erupted on her wrist. I traced it with my fingers and it seemed to heat up and react to my touch. I stared at her wide eyed. The symbol meant she has been chosen as one of my protectors. It was simple really. Kings and Alphas have betas and gamma and sometimes deltas. Well Lockhart queens had protectors, they were not necessarily called beta and gammas. Traditionally they are referred to as first and second protectors.

The impact numbed his entire arm. These weren't ordinary warriors. The second figure reached Noah. Before Grayson could react. The Guardian moved. One swipe of its massive paw shattered the warrior completely. Armor exploded into black dust. The remaining figures never slowed. They kept advancing. Silent. Relentless. The Prophet raised both hands. Silver symbols burst into the air around him. The hooded followers joined him. Ancient chants echoed through the tunnel. Chains of moonlight erupted from the stone, wrapping around two more armored warriors.

The next time we would meet, I was sure that he would kill me first before asking questions. This was why I needed a protector. Someone strong enough to get rid of Jonathan for me. Jonathan had Alpha blood in him and with the help of his occasional madness, he would be unstoppable against even the strongest werewolves. But I believed that Lucian would be able to take him down. Which was why I desperately needed him on my side. “Well, I don’t have the time to play bodyguard with you. And as for your thoughts on this matter, I was only being courteous.”

These eight were the archangels. Archangel Michael, commander of the Legion Michael, angel of War and Power Archangel Raphael, commander of the Legion Raphael, angel of Vitality and Healing Archangel Gabriel, commander of the Legion Gabriel, angel of Messages and Guidance Archangel Uriel, commander of the Legion Uriel, angel of Wisdom and Fire Archangel Raguel, commander of the Legion Raguel, angel of Justice Archangel Sarakiel, commander of the Legion Sarakiel, angel of Peace Archangel Lucifer, commander of the Legion Lucifer and the bright morning star, angel of music and radiance