My guardians never gave up on me even with all the terror and pain inflicted on the earth. I love them all the more for it. If I could be saved, then maybe just maybe the humans could be saved?I waited a fortnight until I left my realm to join with the others on the Island. When I asked my guardians how did they wake up from the sleep I put them in; they said it was Louis who came to the Island seeking me. When he freed them seven hundred years had passed. Him being an incubus allowed him to enter their dreams and wake them. That was in 817 AD. I still haven't officially met Louis and others. Louis was the king of the Franks and co-Holy Roman Emperor with his father. He lent his army to my guardians to help track me down in silence and the shadows. Louis, by his very nature, is extremely handsome. Incubus were born beautiful. He was made for wet dreams. A demon disguised as an angel. Perfect in all ways, his looks, his scent were all meant to lure you in. Not as tall as
In 905 AD, Khutulun made her way to the Island. It was only fitting that Louis welcomed her with open arms. He guided her to meet my bonded. They too welcomed her with open arms. Khutulun brought with her the fighting style of her people. The way of the samurai. Briseis took to her right away wanting to learn more from her as did Nefertari. Khutlun was petite, very toned and disciplined. Waist-length straight black hair framed her, a small round face onyx hooded eyes, with pouty pink lips. At first glance, this female didn't look anything like the fierce warrior she was. She danced circles around many of my bonded, which in turn made them train harder. During my absence, Malak, Ronin, Nefertari, and Pairsa built a home for Louis and added more rooms just in case more unbonded showed up. Thankfully they had that foresight. In 963 AD Morgan a fallen found her way to the Island. From what she told me she flew in ready for a fight after she saw Gabriel and the other angels. Adrian had st
Morgan is truly a great beauty, her long thick curly bronze hair, sultry topaz eyes. Her perfect unblemished cinnamon skin. Dressed as an amazon ready for battle. Her perfect hourglass figure and her ample breast put a spell on the male and female species. I would bet my life they’d sell their souls to touch her. It was like an angel, and incubus had a baby, and the outcome was Morgan. On her back between her rose gold wings laid her sword. She was currently Pope John XII lover. She had the young pope wrapped tightly around her little finger. The man was all but her slave with each whisper in his ear. She was driving him to insanity. To touture him she stopped sleeping with him. Now that she finally found her purpose as an elite warrior for a goddess; with a chance or redemption to make it back home to The Veil. Everything changed for Morgan she was living, eating and breathing her new life as a guardian. That still didn't prevent her from manipulating the young male. Ensuring that I
So now that I caught you guys. Here I am sitting in the realm I made for Michael and me. Here was safe to wallow in my self induced pity. Here I thought of all my memories from The Veil. Phantoms danced around before my very eyes. Eons of memories played out in front of me. And not one of them sad. That's a lie... I had a few sad ones. It was the happy ones that got me sad. Most of them included my twin, Michael, and Luci. Why did things have to change? Why did Luci have to fuck it all up? Would I be able to kill him if I had the chance to see him again? Would I mourn Luci the way I mourned Michael? The answer was simple. Yes, I could kill him. No, I wouldn’t mourn him. How could I continue the mission like this? I’m just a shadow of my former self. I’m trying my hardest to find the path back to my old self. Maybe that’s my problem. I could never be the old me again. I’ve changed over the years on earth. I’ve loved and been wholly loved in return. My parents ripped most of my powers
Even though I could feel more power coursing through my very soul getting stronger. No longer the weakling left here on earth, my guardians stronger now and only growing in strength every day, I couldn’t be more proud of them. The hole Michael left nearly killed me. My guardians are the ones that have given me the strength I needed. Sappy I know. I’m determined to beat whatever this. And now it was time to welcome my unbonded guardians officially — time to bind them to me and the others. Dressed in gold and purple silk gown. I wore my hair in two braids down my back wrapped in gold and purple ribbons. A sheer white veil covered my head, and on top of that, The Iron Crown of Lombardy adorned my head. Stepping through my realm to earths. I stood in front of my bonded, and unbonded. Louis, Khutulun, and Morgan kneeled. “Rise, my warriors.” My wings unfurled, unique in their coloring from my three halves. White wings adorned with gold, red, ombre red black feathers covered in black deadl
Finally, I turned to Louis, who was starting to get impatient. “Not used to waiting are you Louis?” he laughed and admitted, “no, I am not a patient demon, but I’m trying.” So blunt, open, and honest. “ Fair enough.” Louis stepped before me. He was a good thirteen inches taller than me.Refusing to look up at him I floated up to meet him at eye level. This made him smirk. As before I kissed his forehead, I kissed his lips. Louis wrapped his arms around me. He immediately deepened the kiss. I should have expected this from a sex demon. I gave in and kissed him back. Feeling a little playful breaking the kiss; I nuzzled my face in his neck. Licking the spot I was going to bite him. Sinking my fangs into his neck. His arms around me tightened, his arousal filled the air around us. He didn't hesitate to bite me back. With that, Louis was now bound to me. Lifting my head from Louis's neck, wiping the blood from my mouth. I gave him a gentle push against his chest. He reluctantly let me go.
All my guardians except for Adrian, Gabriel and Dean, went into the fortress. Not one said a word to me. Adrian held out his hand, waiting for me to take it. Placing my hand in his, he pulled me towards him. He hugged me, holding me tight. Taken by surprise, I didn't know what to do. I just stood there for a minute before I hugged him back just as tightly. Burying my face into his chest, I wept, Adrian whispered in my ear “I’m so sorry. I should have seen how much you were hurting.” Gabriel embraced us from behind, and Dean hugged us from the side. All three of these big males dwarfed me. These males stood with me as I wept. Pouring their love into me gave me renewed strength. I couldn't tell you how much time had passed before they let me go. Adrian kissed the top of my head. He kissed away my tears. “Little Goddess I swear I will never let you down again.” Looking up at him through tear-drenched lashes. “It is I who failed you and the others, Adrian. Can you forgive me?” “Shhh… stop
Eighteen warriors stood before me. My angelic guardians Gabriel, on his right stood Seph, his lieutenant. Behind them stood Malak, Ronin, Selene, Sariel, and Parisa. To the right stood my fallen guardians. Adrian standing proud. On his right stood his lieutenant Celestria. Behind them stood Ramiel, Louis, and Morgan. And finally to the left stood my human guardians. They’re not mere humans anymore, with gifts of their own and access to my powers they were demi-gods. Dean stood before his team, my acting general. Behind Dean stood, Nefertari, Briseis, Ramses, and Khutulun. They are mine, and I am theirs. I made sure how I felt was shared with all of them. Now there wouldn't be any doubt with how much I love them. As I stood there looking proudly at my fierce warriors, all their wings unfurled weapons in hand and armor on. As my gaze passed over my human guardians, I noticed that Khutulun didn't have wings. In her samurai armor looking ready for battle. “Khutulun please step forward.”
Oliva’s point of viewRayne and the duke seemed to be very familiar with one another. The duke was too familiar with Miss. Rayne. He always found a way to touch her, whether it be her hand, touching her tresses, her face when he decided to be so bold as to run his thumb along her bottom plump lip. “M’lord that is inappropriate touching right, there save that till after ye two are married.” The duke turned his face to glare at me. I stared at the man right back into his eyes and refused to look away. The corner of his mouth twitched up into a smirk, he opened his mouth slightly and ran his tongue over his unusually long tooth ensuring that saw it, before turning his attention back onto Miss. Rayne. I do not trust this man and I will be keepin me eye on this devil. “Miss. Rayne, it's time to retire to your room, miss.” “Nurse, I haven't finished my meal, I’m having a very stimulating conversation with the duke.” “Now miss you have all day tomorrow to talk with the duke.” “Oliva,” S
A scream escaped my mothers mouth as she witnessed the events as they unfolded, followed by the thud of Godric's body hitting the floor. “ I’m sorry you had to bare witness to that, I protect what is mine.” Sam stated looking at both my mother and my father. My father jumped out of his chair and turned towards me, grabbing me roughly by my arm, “This is due to you, speaking out of turn…” Sam grabbed my father’s hand forcing him to remove his hand from my arm. “Like I said I have no issue with right now, but do not take you being her father mean I will not do the same to you as I just did to the piece of shit laying on your floor if you lay another finger on her.” The look on my father’s face was pure outrage. “The contract is signed and she is mine rightfully and as stated in the binding contract I will stay here until we are married so your daughter would have the chance to know me. But I can clearly see that I now have a stronger conviction to stay and ensure her safety from the lik
My father paid no attention to the rake of man standing next to him. A servant announces that dinner was ready. “We should be seated, please follow me please.” My mother says, Marquess Browne offers his arm to me and I reluctantly take it as we begin to follow my parents to the dining hall. “You look lovely tonight my dear,” he says to me. I feign shyness, “thank you my lord, your compliment is most gracious.” “My lord” the butler addressed my father, “Duke Angelo has arrived and has requested to speak with you on an urgent matter.” My mother looks at my father quizzingly, he drops my mothers arm leaving us with the marquee. “Shall we?” my mother says, gesturing her hand towards the dining hall. Marquess Browne offers my mother his other arm, escorting us. Upon reaching the dining table the marquee pulls out my mothers chair to the left of the chair at the head of the table. As the marquee comes around to the other side of the table where he and I sit. I hear the laughter of my fat
“I see you have been rolling around in the grass again Rayne.” My mother sucked in her teeth and gave a scathing look to my nurse. “Ma’am I apologize, miss wanted to pick some of the more difficult herbs and tripped on her skirts…” My nurse tried to explain before my mother cut her off, “I don’t care what excuses you have for being late and she is supposed to be ready already. You know what today means if the marquess is fancied enough a marriage offer will be extended, which means a higher station for us.Put on her best dress and make haste.” My mother ordered both me and my nurse. “Not to worry, miss, many men fancy you. From what I hear from the servants that accompany your mother on her errands, your father has turned down many requests for your hand in marriage now that you're of age.” My nurse said to try to lift my spirits. I smile tightly back at her and nod my head. “The marquess miss you should be lucky to have him calling on you. He is not bad looking and very athletic too
With her hands on her lips she gives me a look that says she doesn;t believe me. “Off with ya, your father and mother are expecting visitors this eve for dinner. You miss need to get ready for it.” I stand up and dust the dirt from my skirts and comb my fingers through my hair picking out the grass that was caught in it. “Do you know who is coming?” She softens her face and looks at me sympathetically, “Aye miss I do, when we arrive at the manor you are to get changed in one of your finer dresses. Your father has arranged a suitor for ye the Marquess.” She says with pride. “Now let's be off.” She reaches for my hand and drags in the direction of the manor. I look behind me towards the tree line where Sam went, a stray tear escapes my eye. I yank my hand from my nurse's grasp,and turn back around “what do you think your doing miss?” She all but yells at me. “I forgot my basket, let me grab it.” I slowly make my way back to my basket. When a pebble hits my hand ouch I rub my hand and l
I sit once again in silence, I begin to hear a hum in the distance. I look up and stare straight ahead as a faint light no bigger than pin prick, which quickly began to multiply in every direction. Until the once dark prison was full of bright light that quickly surrounded me. It was all the power I had released being reabsorbed into my body. My flesh glowing and warmth invaded my soul. I could now feel the missing pieces of soul reuniting feeling whole again. Before I could relish in feeling one again, I felt an odd sensation in my center like a hot poker burning me from the inside out. I scream and claw at my middle; the pain only intensifies. The burning spreads to every limb until I’m consumed in heavenly fire. “Rayne,” I hear my nurse calling for me. “Where have you run off to?” I quickly gathered my basket full of herbs I was collecting. “Sam,” I whispered frantically. Sam’s head pops up amongst the tall grass, grinning at me. I run to him “ I must be off, she can't catch us to
“Michael…Michael where are you? Where am I? What is this place?” I slowly get up off the hard ground. I waver as I gather my footing. The ground beneath my feet is smooth and cold. I turn in a full circle and see nothing but darkness. “Mother, Father?” I scream into the endless void. My pleas go unanswered, I’m here alone. Where are my guardians? Have my parents really created a prison to hold me? This isn’t right. I'm supposed to be reborn. Why am I here? What have I done to warrant this punishment from my parents? No I refuse their prisoner I gather my power and release it in an explosion looking for weak points to try and escape. “You will not hold me here!!!” I scream at the top of my lungs to my parents to anyone or thing that would listen. I send another blast of power stronger than the last, nothing happens. It's like this hell, limbo, prison absorbs every last drop of my power. My knees buckle, no this can’t be happening. I bang my fist against the ground and it splinters und
He was very tall, broad shoulders, sun kissed bronze skin. He has a warriors build, long wavy chestnut hair. He looked up at me and winked mischievous emerald green eyes fanned my thick dark eyelashes met mine. Thick eyebrows with a perfect arch, strong square jaw and lush lips that screamed kiss me. I Screamed “Michael!!” I abandoned Lucifer and ran towards Michael. As I got closer to him my life force sought his. When they finally met a gold flame lite up the entire church. I continued to run into his open arms. When I finally reached him he wrapped his arms tightly around me. Kissing my forehead. Looking up at him tears blurred my vision. It was him it was really him, he smelled of spice and lemon. With both hands he grabbed my face and kissed my with all the passion he could. He lifted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist. And I did so happily “I love you Little Goddess.” He kissed me again and within that moment Cammy had somehow gotten my arrow. She used it to stab Mic
I closed my eyes, focused on the power radiating from him. I forced him to appear before me kneeling, his down. “Look at me Luc.” When he didn't I forced him to. I deep scar ran down his eyebrow and into his lip. “Luci I should finish you off here and now.” “So why don't you?” “You know why. And it’s not because I love you.” He laughed in my face, “Michael is weak, he let his feelings for me cloud his judgement and your doing the same.” He spat at my feet “and you call me weak and pathetic?” I backhanded him and he hit the floor. “Touch my father again and he dies.” I quickly turned around and there was Cammy and a man held at knife point. Holding Lucifer in place I looked back at him. “Your daughter? Are you serious?” “What I don't look like the fatherly type to you? I placed her in your path, and like the sap you are; you can't deny an innocent child’s request. It was too easy to manipulate that weak heart of yours. You actually sent her off to live and be raised by your brother