Warrior Protector Archangel Tattoo Novels & Stories

"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."

We shook hands as he said, “Now you can lead the White Moon’s warriors as you are our Alpha.” The markings that covered us were gone, as I looked down onto my chest, and could see a marking, tattoo, the same one that Azrael had, displayed over my chest, covering the side where my heart is. A female voice boomed around us, stating proudly, “Marcus is the new Alpha that will proudly serve me and lead my warriors to their victories. My Azrael, you are his right hand, a true Alpha to stand by his side and help him lead my warriors. Be his advisor, and protector and lead my warriors as they should be and always were led, to do good deeds and help the ones in need.”

While the fourth Angel wore a green armor manifesting the beauty of surrounding and he is Archangel Jophiel the responsible for uplifting see things from a variety of points of view. The fifth Angel releases a dove and it disappeared somewhere. So I recognize him. He is Archangel Ariel the patron saint of animals and the environment. He is also the ‘lion of God’ who protects the earth, its natural resources, ecosystems, and all wildlife. It is believed that he oversees the alignment of the sun and moon and the stars. The sixth Angel got sparkling gray curly hair and I felt a little grief with my emotion as I glance up. He is Archangel Azrael the angel of death. He helps in the transition of

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

' I sent to Caleb immediately. 'A shifter that works as a watcher, a protector of lands and nature. No clan and no pack, he is his own Alpha and Beta. He is a guardian for the natural and supernatural creatures in the forest. The tattoo on his chest indicated this to me.' He nods and for the first time I look at his chest, a glow coming from a symbol. "My visit comes only to check on some recent events. I was unable to assist during the battle held months ago. For that, I apologize."

"So, why her?" "It is strange, isn't it?" Zalakai asked him. "We're natural enemies by right, but..." Zalakai smiled. "She intrigued me. Fascinated me with her strength and her weakness. Before I realized it, I had this deep-rooted need to protect her. From everything." He set the slice down and unbuttoned the first couple of unbuttons to his shirt and loosened his vest slightly. As he pulled the shirt open, there was a symbol engraved on his chest. A tribal heart with wings on each side. Gold chains wrapped around it and shimmered in the lamplight. It pulsed like a heartbeat.

Yawayer utilized this power to its fullest so he could tear into the fabric of reality, escape to another existence, and become immortal. Archangel Azrael and Archangel Chamuel exited Heaven and reappeared near the park where Azrael and Maia battled. Well, not battled per se, but had powerful words with one another. Azrael made a calculated retreat when he faced Maia, an eight-winged person. Now that she had broken through into the Tenth wings, what were his plans for destroying Blake Elon, who she protects?

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Slowly walking over to the front of the stalker watched as the two rivals circle each other staring into the souls. The hero from the heavens look familiar his dark curls fell over his head, a beard of a clean dress cut, acute. But pleasant metal eyes, wearing an gold and Red Army suit, he had a dagger in his hand and a shield in the other with the Utopias symbol of Unity on it. The real symbol is an all gold, base of a circle and three petals that are in the position of a triangle overlapping each other. He stood tall and mighty compared to Zaro who was pale, hunched back and no light in his soul.

He stood up, and headed for the door. “Oh, and Yona. Use your teeth,” he said casually, tossing me a wink before leaving. My teeth? Oh. OH! I needed to go full on feral, tap into my angel side completely and let it take control. Angels were beings of peace and light, but we also were fierce warriors; and would protect and defend violently and in this case I needed to protect my bond. Of course. My path was so clear before me, I finished cleaning up and then headed to my quarters to gather my weapons and change into combat gear.