House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

He wanted to tell her more, but he knew Jullie better than she knew herself, she pretended she could handle all that weight on her shoulders but it was eating her inside out, he feared what might become of her.

Once she knew, the whole truth, all of it, would she still be Jullie, he turned away from her, “I want a full course meal when I get back.”

“Then you better hurry up brother.”

She cut her hand with a small stone she picked up from the grass and rubbed her blooded Palm flat on the Stonehenge. The stones absorbed the red liquid leaving no evidence that the blood had stained its grey blanket. She closed her eyes and in the old language said, “By the blood of my mother.”

She walked to the side parallel to the one she stood.

Liam’s eyes fixated on the distant view, as he prepared himself to enter the holy grounds.

It had been years since he last visited other realms, in fact, it was decades since he visited any realms until Khiron, now Asguard was still all too familiar with him.

Jullie opened her eyes, “It’s not working, try your blood.”

“Too risky, it’ll work, give it time.”

to one another, enlarging in length, like

completely unaffected by this extraordinary occurrence. His black straight hair blew partially in his face, but he did not

rocks that transformed

Jullie hid away behind

be concerned for the

the beast had insulted him, which he did, “Do you

you, but those who do not know and cannot see, will harm

if you would call a crack in the rock one, though it held the soul

but Liam didn’t deter and glared into its view, “Vasteal, what happens beyond my entering, you can not intervene, no matter what. You are to hide your knowledge of me, seal this

joined together forming a square arch, revealing the doorway. A white milky liquid appeared in the centre of the archway, taking the full shape of the square. Liam did not hesitate before he entered through the milky liquid, inhaling the familiar scent of musk and taking his leap into the Angelic realm, as the light around him sucked him in like a

a drop, and landed on the rooftop of the golden empire. He stood there, to look out at that which was all too familiar to ignore. He stared across him, and then to the sky. It was no

it was the purest place on the earth’ plane. Asguard didn’t rain, and it never ran out of water. Asguard was built solely for pleasure and outstretched with rows of golden empires, all too similar to know the difference, like

was to look at the windows, some were crested in yellow and lime gems, others had a stone or two in a

North, as he moved to the end of the roof and checked around, making certain that he was out of

landed flat on his feet from the fifty-foot drop, dusted himself, straightened his charcoal coat. Placing his hands in his pocket, he strolled up the narrow path