House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 53 (Liam)

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.”

The stones started attaching to one

black straight hair blew partially in his face, but he did not move or lift his hand to

of them, was not rocks just laying around, but rocks that transformed into a lively beast- The guardian of the doorway.

guardian. Jullie hid away behind a small hilltop further below, by

bowed his head at Liam, “Should I be concerned

eyes narrowed at the beastly stoned creature as if the beast had insulted him, which

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

call a crack in the rock one, though it held the soul of the guardian. He looked behind him, checking to see the distance

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

the

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 too familiar to ignore. He stared across him, and then

pollution, 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

been a newcomer, it might’ve been inevitable for one to get lost. The trick was to look at the windows, some were crested in yellow and lime gems, others had a stone or two in

around, making certain that he was out of sight. When he was satisfied that he wouldn’t

himself, straightened his charcoal coat. Placing his hands in his pocket, he strolled up the narrow path that was made from yellow gems, known as citrine.

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