Warrior Protector Guardian Angel Novels & Stories

Rhychard tied his long, black hair into a ponytail with a leather thong before grabbing the harness that held his collection of swords—two short swords made of iron, a substance the faerie world dreaded, and the long, bronze Guardian Sword that changed his life forever. Magic from the faerie world of the Land Under possessed the Guardian Sword, supposedly created by the Guardian himself and bestowed upon the mightiest warriors of the Sidhe elves to help protect the earth, the land of the Guardian's creation, from the Destroyer and his creatures. Rhychard became the first human Warrior of the Way to exist and tossed the realms of faerie into a tizzy. Humans weren't supposed to know the magica

“We are loyal to our Alpha and our kind. We will never do your dirty biddings and we will never go against our own kind. We accept death as a reward as it’s a sign that our time has come. And our protector will save our kind.” “You speak with confidence, but where is your protector now? She’s lying in a coma unable to defend you.” “Dead or alive we will wait for her and we will believe in her. “ As I lift my right index finger to vanish then all a long chain raps around the edge of my broom yanking me from the sky. Dropping me to the floor dirtying my beautiful black dress. I look over cursing as I see the warriors along with Morpheus running to their rescue.

It feels good to reconnect with my mate, to be able to shut out the world and let it just be him and me for a couple of hours. The next morning, we both wake feeling refreshed and reconnected. We join everyone downstairs for breakfast before starting to work on pooling our Guardian strengths. Rik wasn’t happy about having Cara participate, so Ailduin had me and Angel work together. “Angel, since you’ve done this with Cara, let’s see if you can direct Grace’s power as well.” Angel walks up to me, taking my hand. “Ready?” I nod, looking at Rik’s warriors that volunteered to be part of our experiment. Ailduin tells us to start with half of the warriors being protected by Angel and the other hal

"To keep that from happening, every Keeper has a Protector who has the ability to calm their Keeper's emotion and will have the duty to protect their assigned Keeper. Protectors are born in any bloodline and still have their bloodline's supernatural traits." "At the age of 6, Elaine found her Protector. Sawyer Parker, a werewolf, brave, kind, and selfless. Together with Sawyer, Elaine met 2 other friends. Sophie Rhodes and Malcolm Suarez. They all became friends. Elaine married Sawyer a few years later and the other two married each other afterward."

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.

She squeezes them, then smiles at me over her shoulder. “Now, Cara, I want you to slowly push your aura out. While she does that Angel, I want you to guide it, so that these two warriors,” he points to Trevor and another warrior, “are not protected and these three are protected.” Trevor gives me a cocky grin. “Let’s see what you’ve got Lunas!” His friend smacks him on the arm. “Shut up Trevor.” I focus on Cara, reaching out and feeling her aura.

“We’ve been informed that you’re completing a mission. As a protector and the heir of The Protector, you’ve decided to give protection to a witch without making any notification to The Council.” Clayton started to thrive his heartbeat rates were controllable. He felt his blood rushing inside his blood veins. He regulated his breaths as he hid any changing emotional state to burst on his expression. He was silent. His eyes noticed Mr. Berg Wölf’s lips and absorbed his every word to stream into his rationality. He saw Mr. Berg Wölf’s lips stop or pause to say something.

“That is what these texts foretell. And that is why you are so important, Kaplan.” Kaplan’s brow furrowed. “Why me? What could I possibly have to do with this prophecy? I mean, you told me I was the Tiger Warrior, but I thought that was just to help me accept who I am.” Kaelan’s eyes glinted with certainty. “No, Kaplan, my boy. You are The Tiger Warrior because the tiger does not roam alone. You are the one who carries her—the guardian, the beast at her side. The strength she will need when the appointed time arrives.”

He looked so frail that it broke my heart. “Big. I never had imagined a werewolf pack could be that big. And wealthy. They have a lot of money. The pack people are a bit wary of me, but both Alpha Logan and Noah and Luna Coraline and Rose adore me. They are very nice. I am a warrior in the army now and a sworn guard to the Lunas…means I…protect them if needed, not that they can’t protect themselves.” “You have been busy,” dad muttered, giving me a look.