Novel & Cerita Warrior Protector Archangel Tattoo

He was smiling really hard. "It's a guardian angel watching over a toddler, surrounded by a flutter of butterflies dancing around a thorn-encrusted rose. The angel's presence creates a protective barrier, shielding the child from the thorns' gentle threat and the warm sunlight that casts a golden glow. In the distance, a hungry lion lurks, its presence implied but held at bay by the angel's vigilant gaze." He explained, smiling as he stared at me. "Wow," I breathed, entranced by the beautiful story behind his tattoo. "It's a whole story."

It almost didn't make sense, as all his other tattoos where either small or tiny. Another weird thing was why he left his chest out of the entire ink fest. "Phoenix is the insignia of the the Archangels." He stated coldly, that it made me drag my gaze from the yellowish white of his ceiling to the stony mask that was now his face. "I am aware of that, Almighty. Yours stands out, it isn't like the rest." "I am an Almighty, that's why." Mike snapped his reply even before I was done talking. I immediately knew there was a backstory he wasn't willing to share.

Right before I felt his hand slowly grab my wrist, his slender finger lightly tapping against the mark, making me quickly realize exactly what he meant. “But...what if another angry archangel shows up and actually manages to kill me?” I asked, still not convinced. “I highly doubt that anyone would be stupid enough to piss me off like that but if that ever happens then I’ll happily bring down those damn gates, alongside Raziel...” He sincerely promised, his intense gaze slowly lowering to my lips and eager to feel them once again, he positioned his equally unclothed body above mine, supporting himself on his elbows, careful not to crush me with his weight.

She crossed her arms over her chest and stood glaring at him. She wanted to play it this way, did she? Fine. He dumped the clothes on the pallet and glared back. Removing his sage green Henly, he bared his broad, well-muscled chest and arms. He let her take in his clan's distinctive wolf tattoo covering his left shoulder. Runes of protection adorned his impressive torso, climbing up from the flat plains of his stomach to the slabs of hardened muscle covering his ribs. As he dropped the shirt to the ground, he saw the hint of her pink tongue come out to moisten her lips.

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

A glow of white and yellow auras outlines his extensive frame as he respectfully nods in the direction of the Seraph Council before returning his attention to us. "Hello, Queen Katherine," he says, his kind, melodic voice hypnotic as his deep blue eyes captivate mine. He resembles a mighty Roman Gladiator with shoulder length, dark blonde hair, a white tunic wrapped in a blue waist sash and a thick leather breastplate. I haven't seen him in years. There's been no need. Yet, his sheer beauty entrances me all over again. The Archangel's gaze is kind and familiar, and I take a step toward him, moved beyond words. He holds out his hands. I take them, stinging with power as I stare into his overw

Michael's eyes blazed an intense scrutiny as he approached, drawing closer to the edge of the shield, and, as he did so, I noticed three other creatures had broken away from the army and were edging towards us, until finally all four of them stopped just a few metres away, lined up in a row. 'The Archangels,' I said to Ethan, not taking my eyes off of them. The Angel closest to where I stood, stepped closer to the shield. This one was darker-skinned than the others, with black shadows under his eyes like war-paint, and tight wiry blonde curls closely-cropped to this skull. Reaching out, he touched a gold-nailed hand to the shield, which fizzed and sparked under his touch and he snatched it a

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

No trace of him, no anything. “NO!!!” I screamed with anger and regret. Anger because I lose the fight and regret because Victor is gone. Victor is gone and the other angel took him. I turned back to normal as my energy slows down. With bruises, wounds, and broken bones. Victor is gone and I lose. I fail to protect him. I tried to stand up when I heard a car engine turn on. I want to see who is leaving and I was surprised to see Roman and his bodyguards. His bodyguards are alive again and they are leaving. One of his bodyguards shot me and I was shot near my chest. I fell to the ground. I heard the car driving away and I am trying to stand up but I can’t. My sight is getting blurry and I am

"You are still the same, zoning out when relaxed." Ambrosius chuckles as I trail patterns on his chest with my fingers. He got a tattoo of an angel riding a ferociously looking black vampire on his chest. I absolutely love it, especially the vampire. I know it is him because of the golden eyes. And the angel is me. It brought me to tears when I saw it for the first time. Ambrosius said he had to have something that would stay with him for the rest of his life, that reminded him of me. "And you can still tell when it happens."