Warrior Protector Archangel Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

“ You keep asking me the ,meaning behind the tattoo of Angel wings on my chest . Let me tell you then , the real reason behind this tattoos . “ said Antonio unbuttoning his shirt to the end and showing Damian a clear look of his two wings on the chest . “ These………are tattoos used to cover my wounds . “ said Antonio . “ Wounds ? “ asked Damian confused . “ Yeah ! Wounds………What kind of wounds do you think they are ? “ said Antonio with half a smile . Damian looked at the tattoos again with a shocked expression as they covered the wounds so perfectly to the point that it was impossible to tell whether they were truly wounds or not . “ Who dared to do those wounds to you ? Tell me ! I will kill

My heart’s pounding as I pull my top down from my shoulder and look at Shane’s mark that is now tattooed over my shoulder; it consists of a shield which covers my shoulder. It has a sword upon it with an intricate hilt. In front of the shield is a wolf standing protectively. Shane… the shield of defence… He was ready to protect everyone, and he died a true warrior… I brush my fingers down my tattoo. Right beneath it, I had his name tattooed too. I look at Jax’s mark on my neck. It’s darker than Shane’s was. It consists of a thicket of trees, black with hues of dark green, and through the trees, you can see the dark silhouette of a wolf with yellow eyes peering out from between the trees.

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

Oh, did I mention he was only wearing his boxers? His upper torso was on full display as he turned over strips of bacon and eggs. He had a howling wolf head tattooed on his chest, right over his heart with the text “Wolf Riders” written under it. His entire right arm was covered in an intricate pattern of tribal black tattoos as well as part of his chest and shoulder. There was a weeping angel stretched between his shoulder blades and across his neck was his name. All of which moved with him like a living art piece, making me even more aware of every rippling muscle and hard plate this god-like man had. His toned stomach and wide chest. I was a bit surprised when I saw he didn’t have a six-p

Asher shook his head and pointed at the bodies of the warriors, “I need to know anything and everything I have to about them because those people, they are not to be messed with and I have people to protect here, in case you haven’t figured that out yet.” Alaric looked him deep in the eyes, “those people you wish to protect, should they ever encounter Angelic warriors, tell them to run because you were only able to defeat one because of Aspa’s power in you. Apart from you and your father, no one else in this land can kill an Angelic warrior, they are not called angelic for nothing. These beings you see, they have been around for thousands of years. That one that talked to me has been around

He said and grabbed my hand before I could touch a tattoo on his left side of chest. “What is the meaning of your tattoo, it’s beautiful.” I complimented a beautiful and unique design with something written in old language. His lips which were on my mid riff, stopped and those hazy eyes again locked with mine. Did I make a mistake? I promised not to dig into his personal life until he’s ready to share it with me. “It is an ancient Roman symbol of war and victory and the phrase defines a man who never sees the defeat.” He explained the meaning of his tattoo to me. I was surprised, he didn’t shut me out.

Eighteen warriors stood before me. My angelic guardians Gabriel, on his right stood Seph, his lieutenant. Behind them stood Malak, Ronin, Selene, Sariel, and Parisa. To the right stood my fallen guardians. Adrian standing proud. On his right stood his lieutenant Celestria. Behind them stood Ramiel, Louis, and Morgan. And finally to the left stood my human guardians. They’re not mere humans anymore, with gifts of their own and access to my powers they were demi-gods. Dean stood before his team, my acting general. Behind Dean stood, Nefertari, Briseis, Ramses, and Khutulun.

"I would prefer you to be more direct in the information you are giving me, because half of them I have no idea what they mean. The Oracle shook his head, but the gesture showed a little impatience. "Every time a human life is generated, it is my job to write your stories without letting any end be loose. I need to describe every step and stumble taken by that human. Thus, when I wrote her story, and Arianna could see it at the moment she chose it as her reincarnation, the act gave rise to a prophecy. A report foreseen in his own Destiny. This prophecy was only made on account of the archangel who protected Arianna and her reincarnations. A punishment for him thinking he could continue to pr