Warrior Protector Archangel Tattoo Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Alonso is a great guard, but he is also old...I trust you with Rocco, better...Finish your breakfast, and we can meet in the study." Maria stands and pushes in her chair. " I am finished now." She had hardly eaten anything, but I wasn't going to hold it against her. My mother stood as well, as I placed my hand on Maria's back and led them to the study. "Rocco is also here to give you a branding." I tell her. "A branding?" She asked, with that fear in her eyes again. "A tattoo...everyone in the Archangel family have one." I showed Rocco where I wanted it. I had it placed on her upper left shoulder, that way her hair could cover it when she went on nice occasions. "It will only sting a li

She may be lying to find a way to escape. "Is there anything more important?" I ask. "She has... has a tattoo on her left waist... it's angel wings..." I was a bit startled. All werewolves know that an Angel organization specializes in training werewolf hunters in human territory. Each hunter has a tattoo of angel wings on his body. Even though hunters only hunted Rogues that illegally entered human territory, just thinking about those lowly humans who dared to kill my kind always made me hate them. Why is my mate the enemy I hate the most? It's ironic! Is fate toying with me? Just because I thought I didn't need my mate because mates were such a nuisance, did the moon goddess punish me by g

The bleach blonde glared at Angel with open hatred, her claws digging into her wrist as she snarled, "Interrupting alpha challenge training could be considered an act of treason." The way she snarled, glaring at Angel, suggested that she'd have liked nothing more than to rip her apart and call it a day, telling the Alpha that she had merely been ridding them of another traitor. Though she trembled, feeling the weight of all eyes turning on her, Angel knew that she had to at least stand up for herself. She was all too aware of how bad things would get if she didn't even try to protect herself. She was just about to yank her wrist free of the other woman's grip when she suddenly felt a warm bo

He looked completely at peace. "You broke the proxy, Zara," the Archangel said softly, looking directly into the camera. "You protected your wealth, and you protected your womb. I commend you." He leaned forward, the shadows catching the sharp angles of his face. "But the legal war was only a test to see if you were worthy of the real one. I am done hiding behind lawyers and Trojan billionaires." The Archangel picked up a heavy, gold embossed envelope from his desk and held it up to the lens.

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.

It looked perfect on her and thankfully it seemed to be the right choice. Angel’s eyes zeroed in on my newest tattoo that Uncle Dante designed. My brother had the same one. It was a bold choice, but we wanted her to know that she was going to be our choice whether or not there was a fated bond. It was a galaxy scene that morphed into an image of Angel’s beautiful face. ‘Angel – My Queen’ was written in calligraphy. “We had these done last week and are definitely our favorite tattoos,” I said, winking at her.

He hissed and Sonya could see his two fangs sneak from his pale lips. Sonya gulped and wobbled her head. “Your blood will be the key, our blood…mix together…three…” Knight Richard showed her his three fingers and his nails became sharper and longer... “including that young wolf man…” “He is the reincarnation of Hügel Wõlfe…don’t you think why he was chosen to become your protector, witch…?” Knight Richard sniffed hard. He walked to the window and leaned his back by the window. “Do you think I did not know why he got that old scar?” He paused and looked through the window.

I just couldn’t lie still anymore. Easing off the bed, I marched towards Xandrios’s room to ask him to stop the hammering. Strangely, his door wasn’t locked, and I pushed it open to enter. But I stood transfixed on the doorstep at the sight of a freshly showered Xandrios standing by the wall with a hammer in his hand. But it wasn’t the hammer that made me blush. It was his bare body wrapped in a towel that made me react. Even with his back towards me, I could see the muscles rippling on his body as he hammered a nail in. A large male guardian angel tattoo covered the entire span of his back.