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.”

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

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

was not rocks just laying around, but rocks that transformed into

of the guardian. Jullie hid away behind a small hilltop

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

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

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

the rock one, though it held the soul of the guardian. He looked behind

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

reformed 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

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

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

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 the far left, because he was the one

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

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