Warrior Protector Guardian Angel Novels & Stories

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

“Can you give this to the chief please? I would like to apply as your partner full time.” Xavier hugged her again, feeling so happy as they were moving forwards with their lives and making a brighter one for those who couldn’t for themselves. For those who feel lost and forgotten the Earthly guardian would be there for them. It was now Jasmine’s duty with the help of her Guardian Angel and friend to stop demons that threatened to control humans. There was no way Lucifer was going to win in the Holy war. No way she would lose faith in humanity when there was something she could do to save them. Save us. Save us all.

"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."

Completing her job, the bald eagle whistled and soared away, disappearing in its flight. It was Zuzu. She's a guardian animal who lived to protect Valen alongside his second guardian, a huge white Transvaal lion. They are not shifters but spiritual embodiments of powers. It had to do with a prophecy of a great war to come. One so big that he'll need these guardians to overcome. Therefore, his eagle saw my danger and came to my rescue. Damn. Was that what my visions were about? Those voices and that vortex, who was attempting to abduct me?

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

Nathan's heart ached as he witnessed the sacrifices made by his team, their resilience and bravery shining through even in the face of imminent danger. Miranda, a beacon of strength and resilience, fought alongside her teammates with unwavering resolve. Her every move was calculated and precise, as she used her skills to protect and support her fellow fighters. Her eyes burned with determination, a reflection of the symphony's guiding principles of empathy and compassion. Emily, despite her young age, displayed a remarkable courage beyond her years. She stood shoulder to shoulder with the seasoned fighters, offering assistance to the wounded and providing words of encouragement. Her presence