Novel & Cerita Warrior Protector Archangel Tattoo

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.

"Is that what the tattoo is for? Your Mom?" She slowly nods her head and averts her gaze back towards the window, her tattoo peeking out just a smidge above her uniform collar. "For her... and my Dad. Black angel wings usually represent fallen angels. My Mom and Dad? They were my angels." Silence looms over us as I pull into the department parking lot and turn the engine off. "Will you talk to him for me, Crayvin? Just check on him for me, please? I don't want him alone, and you two are close. He probably needs you more than you think right now, even if he isn't ready to admit that to you, yet."

He winked at his son and smiled. "If you're not afraid, then neither am I!" Raen said confidently. "Promised?" "Promised!" Roman rose and Alea came over to him. "Don't worry, my love." Before she could reply, he closed her lips with one last long kiss. Then he loosened his belt and wrapped another, narrower one around his waist. He was ready to put on protective clothing. Alea handed him the sturdy leather gaiters with long, thin iron elements that were still worn over the boots. Then Roman tied the sleeves of his jacket with the straps sewn onto his forearm and put the forearm guards over them. His wife helped him put on the thigh protector. They were two laps armed with wire rings, the lea

Except Alexei didn’t have a hairy chest, and the intricate tattoos on his arms were quite a sight when he removed his suit jacket. They were both full-sleeved tattoos on both arms, covering him from the wrists all the way to his shoulders. They were all in black ink, with some designs more prominent than others. A wolf’s head covered most of his right bicep, while something of an archangel covered the other. A snake wrapped around the entirety of his left forearm. The rest were too small for her to discern from where she sat. “No, you go home with your father, after this whole storm clears,” he replied, folding his jacket. “It’s not my style to keep girls hostage. Your father and I will keep

Her nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I'll get you back for this," she claimed loudly and stomped her way out of the ground. . . . . _____ . . . ."Minahil what happened? Have you swapped the party and now you are a companion to the angels because the descendant of Devil like you can't be happy over the success of her enemy." "Who said he is going to win?" Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara.

he spat. “Actually no, I like to live.” I shrugged. “And I like to live in peace. Offer stands. Whenever you're ready.” “Good. You and me. Outside. Now.” He stormed toward the exit. I stood, hearing Ayden's voice behind me. “Laila!” “What?” I blinked at him puzzled. “Klaid!” Ayden barked, and Klaid paused. “As James’s mate, she’s part of this pack. She’s under my protection. She’s human. You can’t fight her.”

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

Alma had never experienced this, though the young girl stared at Alma with excitement and curiously, Alma could also see that the same eyes had two meaning. Her eyes were clearly screaming, “read my future, I dare you.” Alma smiled at the young girl, she would rather not show that she feared the seven-year-old. “Alma, did you ever see the protectors?” The young girl asked as smiled brightly at her. “Yes, and I'll tell you the story” Alma said as she smiled at the girl. “The protectors are the chosen ones of the Sovereigns. They are the strongest, fastest and most powerful of each race,” Alma wheezed out, trying to suppress a cough.

"But I must warn you, my mate, Alpha Logan, is not one to be trifled with. He is a fierce warrior, and together, we will not hesitate to defend our pack." Arcturus nodded, his eyes gleaming with approval. "I have heard of Alpha Logan's prowess in battle. I look forward to fighting alongside him." Just then, Alpha Logan emerged from the shadows, his piercing blue eyes fixed intently on Arcturus. His muscular build and chiselled features radiated strength and power, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he approached. "Arcturus," he growled, his deep voice commanding attention. "I've heard a lot about you. Let's see if you're as skilled as they say."

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength