House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

He walked away, joining the others in training. She carried on passing a place which she presumed was a hall, and moved further down into a large lounge area with beige couches. She continued towards a door, still following the voices.

She opened it, barging into an office room, with a round wooden table, and chairs. Around it was people scattered talking and laughing, everybody in the room just looked at her, blankly. A girl whom she recognized, stood up, walked up to her and extended her hand.

“Hi, nice to meet you too, I’m Natarsha, call me Tash”

Clare overwhelmed by the room full of people, “Oh.”

She looked at the girl, not knowing what else to say, luckily Nathan intervened, hugging her, “Hey sleeping beauty has finally woke up.”

She hugged him back, speaking softly, “You’re ok, did you see Calub?”

A young man stood up from behind a chair, he was tall, like way tall, with dark brown straight hair that was gelled in a messy style that enhanced his dark green eyes. He wore a white uniform like the others she saw, he smiled showing off his perfectly straight teeth, “Who me?”

Clare tilted her head, her eyes widened with excitement, “Calub?”

She bumped Tash, “OW, where're your manners.”

She ignored her, and walked around the table towards him, “Is it really you? You're all grown up.”

She squeezed him tightly, holding him around the waist, getting a good look at him, “Ouch, are you trying to kill me.”

his cheeks, “Sorry, are you ok, gosh I missed you so much, I thought you were dead, or worse,

years since she'd last seen him. He was a little boy, now he was taller than her, “Bow to that, I

around the room, there were three other people, all wearing white,

on Nathan, who held a smile, “What's going on, why were we,

chair, “Yesterday? You mean two nights ago, it’s

lady walked in the room, “Clare, come with me.” her voice commanding.

this lady told Clare that there was no negotiating. She followed the woman towards the lounge

what's going on, did you hear from

sat down opposite each other in the lounge. A man came in with a plate of food, it was macaroni

exactly is this

very deep, he had no specific accent to his

and took the plate of food, she started eating. She was so starved, and to be honest the moment she heard Draiken, she felt relieved, “How are you

man passed discerning glares at each other, the woman smiled,

you do that,” Wesley asked, his tone gentle. Nerves raked her body’ her guard going up. A hand touched her shoulder. She looked to her right, it was Calub, his reassuring eyes causing her reluctant nod,

continued, “As legions, we are trained in ancient angelic skills, in Elvan and Naturah magic, as well as human martial arts. Over the years our numbers have grown, now we are positioned everywhere in the

mainly to handle disputes amongst the realms and peace treaties, allowing descendants to live among the deceptors. We do the killing, the dirty work, some of the Garde are secretly Legions themselves, working both sides, our

food, “Another history lesson, so

some of our faculties, and even the HOL’s, but the deaths continued. A

can be dangerous, one night, Sofia was at home, unexpected, an Asguardian named Varemeal snuck into the HOL.”

Wesley, he stared at her. She faced Clare, “He attacked me, I fought back, but I was drugged with ichor. Too weak to fight further, my eight-year-old boy, Julius, attacked Varemeal, and killed him.”