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.”

like an earthquake. The stones started attaching to one another, enlarging in length,

hands in his pocket, completely unaffected by this extraordinary occurrence. His black straight hair blew partially in his face,

laying around, but rocks that transformed into a

a step into view of the guardian. Jullie hid away behind a small

I be concerned for

narrowed at the beastly stoned creature as if the beast had insulted him, which he did, “Do you wish

cannot stop you, but those who do not know and cannot see,

with no eyes only a mouth if you would call a crack in the rock one, though it held the soul of the guardian. He looked behind him, checking to see the distance his sister had gone, and

its perfectly layered nape length, and he straightened his body as he stepped closer to the Stonehenge. The Stonehenge was an incredible six feet taller in height than he was, 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 doorway.” His voice was hoarse and commanding, and to the guardian it was final.

archway, taking the full shape of the

breathe in Asguard, compared to the deceptors land. He jumped down, knowing there was a drop, and landed on the rooftop of the golden empire. He stood there, to look out at that which was all

water. Asguard was built solely for pleasure and outstretched with rows of golden empires, all too

the windows, some were crested in yellow and lime gems, others had a stone or two in a different shade. The one he searched for was further upland, with a white diamond on

roof and checked around, making certain that he was out of sight. When

his feet from the fifty-foot drop, dusted himself, straightened his charcoal coat. Placing his hands in his pocket, he strolled