Warrior Protector Archangel Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Dragon, remember? I’m not a human that turns into a dragon. I’m a dragon that turns into a human. I’m always the dragon, so my senses are always heightened. When you were unconscious, I smelled you to see what had happened to you. I smelled the poison in your system, got the scent of the ones that did that to you so I can kill them and found the scent of your family member. I didn’t know it was your brother, but I could tell from the scent of the meadow that the person was related.” There was a lot to unpack in that diatribe, but what stood out to me most is what came out of my mouth. “You’re going to kill the ones that imprisoned me? Why?” He steps away from me, running his hand through hi

along his jaw and bruising around his left eye, but he was whole. He was alive. "Worried about me?" There was something vulnerable in the question, as if the idea of someone caring about his wellbeing was foreign to him. "Yes," she whispered, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. Beneath her palms, she could feel the rapid beat of his heart and the solid warmth of muscle. The fabric of his shirt was torn, revealing glimpses of the intricate tattoo work that covered his torso—a guardian angel on one side, a demon on the other, locked in eternal battle across his ribs. "We sent a message," he said, his voice dropping to a growl. "Hit three of their operations, took out two of their enforc

I crumpled onto the leather couch and gave myself a moment to take in Talon’s imposing form. His arms and hands were covered with intricate tattoos, each one telling its own story. Another design snaked up the side of his neck. A dark gray V-neck shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders. The Warriors patch on the back of his vest gleamed white in the dim lamplight.

Both of them. He was going crazy with anger so he did the only thing that now kept him sane. He opened his wardrobe and took out the jacket and face cap he had worn the night he escaped The Brothers Bar. He hadn't throw them away because they reminded him of the angel who had rescued him. He sighed sadly as he remembered receiving the awful news that the angel had been murdered.

I was beginning to think that running from home was a mistake in the first place, but then, I never would have met Rebekah and Cliff and Joel. My wrists burned again at the thought and I had to look down. A gasp left my lips and rushed out in a puff of cool breeze. It must be a chilly night. Being me wouldn't know that but focus. I looked down at my wrists again. There were two words tattooed in greek. Προστατευόμενη and από which meant 'Protected by' and then there were two names tattoed under it, one on each wrist. Cliff. And Joel.

If I wouldn’t have listened to him, he would have tightened his arm more and I would have ended up with shattered bones. His warmth was heartwarming and it gave me the courage to run my finger along his muscled tattooed arm and I made small circles along the lines of his tattoo. He had this artistic tattoo of a warrior on his forearm, wearing armor and he was looking up at the constellation and that moon that was inked in Romeo’s biceps skin. And I wondered what that tattoo was about.

clearing a path all around her angels were fighting the swarms she didn't have time to play hero she needed to find a seraphim and fast Samuel help me find a member of the guard quickly flames exploding out of her tail pipe as she roared through several more demons falling under her wheels covered in angels fire they were all grounded into ash upon contact she unleashed massive tornadoes of fire that swept through the swarms towards the empire state building completely taken over by demons they swept around the perimeter of the building ashing everything in their path before disapating suddenly a huge angel landed beside her Samuel was with him tall muscular and broad-shouldered with brown h

“I came back to help you out and if this is how you are going to treat me then that is your loss.” I glared at his neck and arms. “Where is your tattoo?” “What?” He stepped back and looked at his body confused. “Did you not do the ritual to decide the protector? I suspect that Hazel has been chosen as the Amulet’s protector and from the scent that you two share, I believe that she is your mate. So where is your tattoo?” They all turned and looked at the other man who stood in the room and truly, on his neck, I saw the eye and crescent moon etched neatly on his skin. Suddenly, I realized.

Here I thought his tattoos were only on his hands but turns out it wasn't only them. His back was full of tattoos but one caught my attention in particular, it looked like an Angel that's on its knees, the wings looked broken and above it were two hands, holding one another tightly with the word brother written underneath them and above the Angel… the fallen angel. Ray loved his brothers more than I could ever imagine, to the point where he tattooed his own body with a constant reminder of it. Something I could never have unless it's Malia we are talking about. Alana, focus.

He aimed the tip at the face of Razion and prepared to strike. Keron was still far away and Vieron and Aran was just recently coming to. He watched, horrified as Jered prepared to kill Razion. His body glowed bright in an instant. It was very bright that Jered's attention was redirected at Keron. A pair of wings grew from the back of the glowing Protectorate and his height visibly increased. The glow disappeared, revealing a ten-foot-tall mechanical Angel armed with a Burning Blade. Jered recoiled backwards.