Counter Guardian Novels & Stories

Varis immediately shook his head. "No." "The bond connects us." "Althea—" "I can reach him." The counterpart bond pulsed again. She could feel Lucien. Still fighting. Still trapped. If she could reach him— perhaps they could stop the possession from inside. The guardian looked thoughtful. Then surprisingly— he nodded. "It may be possible." Several people turned toward him immediately. "May?" Kael looked horrified. "May is not a reassuring word." The guardian ignored him. "The counterpart bond exists partly outside ordinary resonance."

Heavy wooden crates get unloaded by Gideon's silver-eyed hunters, revealing hundreds of daggers and arrows specially forged with black meteorite stone, the only material that can neutralize the Council Wardens' silver shielding. Zane stands in front of a big stone table, his tactical fingers sliding some markers across the Council perimeter map. "Their defense has three layers, Inka. First barrier is the Anti-Alpha Rune gate. Second is the Warden elite forces. Last is the White Tower's spiritual seal, directly linked to Mom's holding cell."

Until they landed on me. He didn’t look impressed. “Bram, you’re here,” Dad said. My stomach twisted. Please don’t tell me this is a fucking therapist. I don’t have a mental issue. “Renzo,” he turned toward me, “this is Bram Hale. Your new bodyguard.” I blinked. “Body—what?” Mom stepped in quickly. “Honey, it’s just until we figure out who—who did this. Someone obviously wants your dead and we can’t take any chances.”

an felt the change ripple through the clearing like the slow turning of an unseen tide. His wolf remained restless beneath his skin, instinct pressing against instinct as his mind struggled to reconcile the stories he had grown up hearing with the reality unfolding before his eyes. The council had always spoken of the ancient guardians as legends twisted by time. Beasts that once roamed the forests before the rise of the great packs. Dangerous creatures that had been pushed into the shadows long ago. But there was no mistaking what stood before them now. These beings were not shadows of the past. They were its living memory. Halric stood motionless near the front of the council warriors. The

"They're part of her hive-mind now." "We have to be careful," I said. "If one of them sees us, she'll know." We reached the edge of the old palace district. This was where the High Council had once ruled. It was now a wasteland of black thorns and red light. In the center, where the throne room had been, was a massive hole in the ground—the entrance to the Vault. But standing between us and the hole was a figure I recognized. It was **Vane**. But he wasn't a man in a suit anymore. He was a creature of liquid metal and black shadow, his face a shifting mask of corporate logos and screaming faces. He was the "Backup" that Caspian had mentioned, and he was guarding the entrance.

Please tell Katey to hold on. The transition is seamless. The closest that Nate can compare it with is the Guardian tag-team system on Dungeon Raydens. You can switch to and back from your Guardian spirit at the click of an icon. You can even do it in the heat of battle or when you’re in dire straits. The Guardian has its own health meter, level, and special moves. Ecto applies a twist of the wrist on the throttle. “Katey… I mean Kate,” Nate shouts above the Ninja’s scream, “hold on coz we’re about to go fas…. teeeer!”

“You know as a guardian I wouldn’t have expected you to flaunt your powers like this.” The violet haired youth looked at her angrily. “I’m merely doing what I think is best.” She cocked her head to the side. And scoffed. “Best? I don’t think so. Maybe you haven’t had the idea of what kind of poachers you were about to encounter awhile ago if I haven’t intervened.” Aedre glared at the person standing in front of her and let out a sigh as she disintegrated the spell. The glow around her disappeared and the walls of water sank down into the earth.

"Then I will be standing at the gate. Personally." Marcus stepped forward, his golden shield humming at ready-idle. "I am standing with you." "Marcus, your shield cannot block hunger-based attacks." "My shield cannot block a lot of things, boss. That has never stopped me before." Jack looked at his Beta. The massive Shield Guardian stood with the unshakeable certainty of a man who had died, been resurrected with Progenitor blood, and decided that the afterlife was overrated. His Guardian's Intuition hummed in sync with Jack's Alpha presence, two halves of an unbreakable equation.

We have to hurry. - Why don’t we fight – shouts a warrior? - There is no pack stronger than ours. 20 of our warriors can finish off these 100 guardians. - We are not interested in revealing Kat's existence to the Council for now. – Micky says, standing next to Kat. - If we kill the guardians, the council will know something is wrong. We need to bring together the packs that support Kat. We need a troop for the queen. – Alex says, standing next to Kat too.

"The more she accessed the ancient magic, the more it changed her. Her eyes began turning gold. Her strength increased. Her emotions became unstable." Maya whispered inside my mind. The Blood Rage. I felt a chill. "The Blood Rage was already inside her?" "Part of it," the guardian said. "She carried a fragment of the ancient power. At first, she believed she could control it." "And she couldn't." "No." I stared at the fire. "What did the Council do?" The guardian's expression hardened. "They became afraid." "Of her?" "Of what she might become." He paused. "They sent hunters."