Warrior Protector Archangel Tattoo Novels & Stories

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.

version of his outfit, he wears a black tank top with the Crownsguard's insignia in gray. He has a small arm sleeve over his left wrist, and wears black shoes with red soles. He has amber eyes and a long scar over his left eye. He has a large tattoo of a bird of prey that covers his entire back and extends down his arms. The full tattoo is visible with the rugged attire from his pack. The tattoo is for male line of the Amicitia, and is the credential of the King's Shield rather than a family crest, the family members getting their tattoo when they become one of the shield.

And apparently, he knew how to do a tattoo with ashes in the ink. Like the other veterans from his pack that had gone, he was a little surprised to find out that ashes from Duke and Rory were in their tattoos. And now she was getting Marley done the same way. Celeste was wearing a halter top that showed off her back piece. The Silver Lake Pack Crest was on her right shoulder blade, the Marine Corps Pack Crest in the center and she had already talked to the artist about putting his Crest on the left. Beneath that were Angel wings with a silver and black wolf between them. He assumed this was in tribute to Angel.

She squeezes them, then smiles at me over her shoulder. “Now, Cara, I want you to slowly push your aura out. While she does that Angel, I want you to guide it, so that these two warriors,” he points to Trevor and another warrior, “are not protected and these three are protected.” Trevor gives me a cocky grin. “Let’s see what you’ve got Lunas!” His friend smacks him on the arm. “Shut up Trevor.” I focus on Cara, reaching out and feeling her aura.

Sylvester answered. Arthur immediately turned to Amelia who was beside him and he led her away from there and to where Adrian was. “Listen, a fight could break out and I do not want you to get hurt, stay here with him, he’ll protect you.” Amelia nodded and Arthur immediately left to deal with the warrior. “Why is everyone considering the warrior as a threat?” Amelia asked curiously. “Well for starters, he tried to kill one of his fellow warriors for no reason and he has a tattoo of a hydra on his arm,” Adrian answered.

But now, seeing that he has already crossed the line, I no longer hesitate on killing the man. A black mist gathered on the floor where Lorde's shiny boots touched and from the wooden desk where he was leaning. I was very pleased as it swirled around him like a tornado, but before it began to suck the air out of his lungs, I hissed as a holy barrier immediately blocked the black mist, quickly expelling it. Double shit. The Archangel showed itself again. Raphael appeared at Lorde's back, standing next to Michael Winner's study chair. He gave me an immediate glower and bared his pure white teeth.

When I had my scar and I told him that I was hideous and didn't want to show my face. He didn't argue, rather he came home the next day, with a mask, and every year, he would get me a new mask, one that fit my changing features. So who cares about him being a bad person, Dante is far from that, if anyone deserves to be the Lycan king, he should be the one and I will make that possible, very soon. I didn't bother to know why Roman was getting dethroned, it only made it easier for me, I can face Xylah, Bryce and Kai.

Their protective wall was burning out. "Run, get her out of here" I commanded as he ran by. I felt a huge gust of air and when I turned around, both he and Ava were gone. With their protective wall down, the hoard was now back to running to us, to kill. The weapons of the Archangel started to glow brightly as they came closer and suddenly, I understood. They were designed to kill demons.

The hair was a dark brown color but seemed to blend into his skin, making it nearly impossible to see from afar. "Fascinating," I thought to myself as I poked at one strand. My eyes went to the tattoo on his chest. It was the tattoo of an angel holding a sword and standing under what seemed to be a tree. I didn't understand how the tattoo artist managed to capture it, but it looked amazing. My hand slowly traced around the beams of light that were tattooed with gold and the sword that was the same color as the being. Just as my finger was about to trace the wings, I heard Damon mumble, "It's ticklish," he said with a deep voice.

I wasn’t sure if he did it on purpose or without noticing, and it wasn’t the touch but the look in his eyes that made me shiver. “They will protect your innocence at any cost because it’s the only pure thing in their fucking lives. They think your innocence could wash away their sins, but they breathe sin. We all do. One hundred virgins can’t wash the sin from our veins. Definitely not from mine.” “How about an angel?” I asked him, I was aware of the risk I was taking, but ever since I saw the tattoo of the fallen angel on his back, I've been looking for a way to bring it up. I tilted my head up and looked at him, I was done being a pawn in his game, I was going to be a player.