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

His black straight hair blew partially in his face, but he

around, but rocks that transformed into a lively beast- The guardian of the

view of the guardian. Jullie hid away behind a small

Liam, “Should I be

the beast had insulted him, which

not know and cannot see, will harm you, is that what you choose?”

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 his sister had gone, and whether she was

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 view, “Vasteal, what happens beyond my entering, you can not intervene, no matter what. You are to

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 scent of musk and taking his leap into the Angelic

look out at that which

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 empires, all too similar to know the difference, like Khiron, and other realms. Which was why he liked to stay

to get lost. The trick was to look at the windows, some were crested in yellow and lime gems, others had

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

drop, dusted himself, straightened his charcoal coat. Placing his hands in his pocket, he