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.”

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

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

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

step into view of the guardian. Jullie hid away behind a small hilltop further below, by

bowed his head at Liam, “Should I be concerned for the protection of those whom I

beast had insulted him, which

do not know and cannot see,

up at the Stonehenge creature. It was piles of rock put together 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

than he was, but Liam didn’t deter and glared into its view, “Vasteal, what happens

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

empire. He stood there, to look out at that which

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 Khiron, and other realms.

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 the far left, because

he moved to the end of the roof and checked around, making certain that he was out of sight. When he was satisfied that he wouldn’t be seen, he jumped down, his coat lifting behind

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