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.”

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

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

but rocks that transformed into

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

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

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

do not know and cannot see, will harm you, is that what you

you would call a crack in the rock one, though

deter and glared into its view, “Vasteal, what happens beyond my entering, you can not intervene, no matter what. You are

action, its shape 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 did not hesitate before he entered through the milky liquid, inhaling the familiar

easier to 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 too familiar to ignore. He stared

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. Which was why he liked to

had 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 a different shade. The one he searched for was further upland, with

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

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