Fnaf Night Guard Novels & Stories

The moment she opens it, two massive, armored Wolfhart guards step into her path, their swords drawn and eyes flashing cold silver. “Ms. Nightshade, return inside immediately,” the lead guard orders coldly. Zanele glares at him, her face twisting with rage. “Do you know who you are speaking to, you filthy dog?” The guard doesn't even blink. “Open your blind eyes!” Zanele screams, her voice screeching through the cold night air. “I am the female Ronan loves! I am the one who will wear the Luna crown! Now step aside and prepare a carriage to take me back to Moonscar City!”

Mario would obviously have a head start on where we wanted to go. As I got into my suite, I frantically went into my large room and pulled out a duffel bag similar to Mario's. Filling it with many of my Hawaiian shirts, khakis, jeans and sweatpants, I also put in an emergency roll of cash in as well. There on the night desk was a 9MM handgun that I also threw in. Thinking everything was set for now, I came out quickly to find Mario speaking with Andrea.

I simply nodded as he walked outside, and Summer ran over to me. “Can you believe Megan slept through all that?” Summer laughed. “Yeah, although it means we are going to have to explain this to her when she wakes up.” I heard the pack hospital door bang as it was pushed open, and we turned our heads in time to see Nathan, Noah, Liam, Asher and Jake barrelling into the room. The poor guard tried to tell Nate that we were all ok, but he was met with a glare, and he quickly shut up.

"Tell me, Councilman. How’s that working out for you?" Jax twisted the knife—literally—as he drove his boot into Northcott’s ribs, flipping him onto his back like a beetle. "No, no," he corrected, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "The funny part is watching you realize—right now—that you’re never seeing daylight again." He tapped the side of Northcott’s temple with the toe of his boot. "Capital’s guards? They don’t exist for traitors. You signed your own death warrant the moment you touched that poison."Fennigan grabbed Northcott by the hair, wrenching his head back until their eyes met—gold meeting terrified brown. "The capital’s guards will come for you," Fennigan said, voice low and let

I nodded once, still staring at nothing but the white fan above me. “Your…security will arrive soon” Security. Of course. A bitter laugh bubbled in my chest but I swallowed it back. When the nurse left, I finally pushed myself up from the bed, wincing sharply as pain shot in my ribs. I moved slowly, more carefully, like I would break completely if I rushed in any way. I dressed in silence. My eyes traveled to my phone that lay face down on the bed. I didn’t touch it. I hadn’t since the night before.

"Mango had mixed emotions about this situation, but she didn't overthink it. Instead, she just tightly held Nathaniel's hand and allowed his warm palm to wrap around her tiny hand. Hence, she didn't feel that the dark and cold chamber was terrifying." "After the three of them walked for about ten minutes, they saw a ray of light as they had finally arrived at the exit." "The guards will be changing their shifts in fifteen minutes. There is a national banquet today, so the guards will be patrolling the area even frequently. After you follow me out, stay in the small house over there for fifteen minutes. I will try my best to find two sets of guard's clothes for you. However, you can't follow

He said the last line with a bitter tone in his voice. I huffed, “Oh please! As if you care! For all I know you are waiting for something to happen to me so you can feel less guilty about being a terrible father.” His eyes shone with something I couldn't place. Was he hurt? Not possible! “Effective immediately you will be assigned a new bodyguard.” All traces of the look I thought I had seen were gone. Mr. “Greek god” stepped forward. Father never put men in my security detail except for my driver Kelvin. He only did that because Kelvin was ugly as hell.

"I'm the guy who wore a full suit, wore a brown contact lens to hide my eye color, and rode a bike because I don't want you to think that I'm rich and that I had..." "Shut the fuck up, and freaking show me proof. Someone told you about my one night stand of the last five years, and you want to play the victim huh?" I yell angrily. Arthur took out his phone and showed me a picture he had taken with me. I was sleeping inside the image, and he had removed his contact lenses, revealing his greenish hazel eyes. I remember the bed, so this photo does not appear to have been edited. A blanket was used to cover my body, and my sleeping face was visible.

"I've hired Daveson as your personal guard. He starts Monday." The room held this. Leonard's expression did not change in any dramatic way. It shifted, slightly, in the specific way of a face absorbing information it does not welcome, and then it was composed again, and he looked at Daveson with the full, direct, unconcerned quality of someone who has decided that a thing is not worth the energy of a real reaction. "I don't need a guard," he said. "Evidently you do," Lissa said. "You were standing in the sight line tonight, Leonard."

“We need to find that bastard before Alpha loses his shit completely.” “Yeah, but do you think we’ll actually catch him? He’s a fucking Lycan,” another guard replies. Nana’s breath catches in her throat. Shit. She ducks behind a stack of crates, clutching the clothes to her chest as the guards enter the storeroom. “Grab some extra gear,” the first guard says. “The Alpha wants us prepared for anything.” Nana presses herself against the crates, willing her body to disappear. Her heart pounds so loudly she’s sure they can hear it.