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.”

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

by this extraordinary occurrence. His black straight hair blew partially in his face, but he did not move or lift his

in front of them, was not rocks just laying around, but rocks that transformed into a

a step into view of the guardian. Jullie hid away

Liam, “Should I be concerned for

beast had insulted

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

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

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

and every rock of its body 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

on the rooftop of the golden empire. He stood there, to look out at that

out of water. Asguard was built solely for pleasure and outstretched with rows of

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 a different shade. The one he searched for

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

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 that was made from yellow gems, known as citrine.

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