Warrior Protector Guardian Angel 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.

“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.

Christian, the rogue, the former guard, the legend, the one that brought bits of food and from what i heard, the one that saved so many when this all started. He’s not like the others. I can see it in the way he carries himself. The way his shoulders never fully slump, even when they shove him back into the cage. They throw him in like they’ve done to so many before him, and I can see the way the others flinch. The guards laugh, like it’s some victory, but I’m not fooled.

“I will protect Charlotte with my life. She’s mine. An attack on her will be considered an attack on me.” Adam narrows his eyes at me. “Should I take that as a warning?”

Lerder felt it slam into his defenses, trying to worm its way into his mind, seeking any crack in his mental armor. Around him, his team staggered. Vera fell to her knees, screaming. Two of the warriors collapsed completely. Even Lysandra, with all her priestess training, looked dangerously close to losing consciousness. Hold on, Elara's voice whispered through the bond, and suddenly Lerder felt power flow through him—not his own, but borrowed from a guardian who was already giving more than she could afford. Use this. Protect them. He roared again, but this time the sound carried guardian fire. The dark energy recoiled from it, creating a pocket of safety around his team.

His wolf wasn’t sleek and sharp like the ones he made me watch during one of the training sessions he called ‘beginners class. He was bigger. Wilder. His fur shimmered with strange silver streaks, almost like liquid moonlight. His eyes glowed brighter, too…like molten steel instead of gold. And the way the earth itself seemed to tremble beneath him… Yeah. Not normal. Father once told me…in one of his rare, unguarded moments…that Daniel had ‘sworn’ to protect me. A guardian, he called him. The kind you barely hear about anymore, a dying breed of protectors who had come to him for shelter during the time his clan was being destroyed.

They each clutched swords in their hands, their eyes fixed on Christopher whose lips were curled back a guttural growl coming from his mouth. Ignoring the pain in her arm Elaina jumped up and flung herself in front of Christopher again just as one of the warriors surged forward weapon at the ready. Not thinking Elaina pulled a dagger from her shoulder sheath and deflected the attack at the last minute. She watched the warrior stumble back in shock before readying himself again. “Don’t.” Elaina warned spreading her feet shoulder width apart. “He isn’t the enemy.” The warrior looked at her angrily. “Move aside.” He said as he moved forward. “Christopher is the enemy as far as I am concerne

"His beloved." "And he... has wings?" Malachi peers closer at the image of the man protecting the woman from the heated flames, broad feathered wings extending from his muscled back and wrapping around both him and his woman. She is staring in his eyes, her lips only inches from his, as she is lost in the safety he provides from the flames that leap and lick around them. "He's an angel, but not just any angel. He's her guardian, created for her exclusively. He is real, and she feels him no matter how far apart life takes them. He is always there for her, especially when she is in danger."

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ