Frozen Tangled Guardians の小説・ストーリー

Whoever had aided her has declared war on the Sea, and in time, it will be my duty to avenge his death. As a means to an end, we need their help. There are no others, mortal or immortal who possess the knowledge of tethered mates. Finn and I are an exceptional circumstance because I am the daughter of a God. He is also descended from a very powerful lineage, that much is certain from the ability and strength he has already displayed since taking his true form. “Are we going to spend the whole journey in silence? I know you said we needed to keep our distance, but surely this is time we could spend… getting to know one another. You know, in a non-physical way?”

Where they beyond saving? “What is your new order? Miranda. Reason with me. If you won’t give me the artifacts to give the Lords then reason with me. Tell me what it is you mean to do. What will the guardians do?” “I will not tell you, I will not give you anything. I want only Sacha. I want you dead, and want out of this place!” He had never heard of a Guardian going mad. She had told me all I needed to know and Sacha would not survive it.

She immediately flopped down, whimpering in pain, her instinct leading her to lick her wounded limb. Clayton rubbed her furry head gently. "Okay, I think you can shift back whenever you're ready. But you won't be able to walk back on that paw," he frowned, concern etching his face. Clayton triggered the trap, pulling the anchor out of the ground. "I can't fucking believe this shit," he muttered angrily. "And so close to the cabin." He decided to take the trap back with him, determined to prevent another innocent creature from falling victim to its cruelty.

The tires spat a massive cloud of dust and white stones behind him as he vanished through the iron gates, leaving chaos in his wake. After the car disappeared from sight, everyone stood frozen in shock, as if we'd all been turned to stone by what we'd witnessed. The three wounded guards were still groaning on the gravel, their blood seeping into the pristine white stones my mother had imported from Greece. The copper smell of blood mixed with the sweet scent of her prized hydrangeas… an obscene combination. The beautiful morning had transformed into a nightmare, and I was at the center of it.

“Hey, Hope. It’s good to have you home.” “I thought you said touching is bad,” Tanya says from beside me. Emlyn smiles and steps back. “Ms. Edwards, it’s nice to meet you,” she says, extending her hand. “Oh, fuck that. I’m hugging her,” Riley says, pulling Tanya into a hug. Tanya gives me a terrified look. “Luna Grace, and therefore her daughters Alphas Emlyn and Riley, are Guardians. The rules aren’t exactly the same for them,” I say.

"You're already tangled up in this, so you can't leave." My heart skips a beat, and I feel the blood drain from my face. "What do you mean we're tangled up in it?" Luna takes a deep breath, like she's preparing herself for painful memories, and she looks directly at Rain. "I am one of the seven guardians." That's a bomb. The mystical creatures said to be extinct are standing before us. I think Sophia is right. I don't want to be involved in this. "How is that possible?" Rain asks, sounding confused. "You never mentioned anything about this before."

Its light started to pierce through the fragmented realities, offering a beacon for the guardians to converge upon. Maris, seeing the shard's glow, whispered with hope, "Our bond... it's stronger than any shadow." United in purpose, the guardians began to fight their way towards the shard's light, their collective energies weaving through the fragments, seeking to reunite and confront the Embodiment once more. The battle for their future, their unity, was in full swing. As the guardians pushed through their respective challenges, the threads of their bond started to twine together, creating a tapestry of resilience against the dark onslaught of the Embodiment.

The presence of the shed skins serves as a stark reminder of the guardians' fierce nature and their territorial instincts. In the center of the chamber, an enigmatic sight captures Finrir's attention. A raised dias stands proudly, emerging just above the water line. As Finrir approaches, he notices a remarkable detail. The platform, where the eggs of the guardians rest, is encased in a layer of shed skins. These discarded remnants, once belonging to the ancient protectors, now serve as insulation and cushioning, forming a protective nest for the precious eggs.

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

They knew that the journey was far from over, but they also knew that they had the strength and unity to face whatever lay ahead. Cliffhanger: Just as they were about to descend, a sudden rumble shook the ground. The guardians exchanged alarmed glances as the mountain trembled beneath their feet. From the depths of the earth, a massive, ancient structure began to emerge, its surface etched with mysterious symbols. The air crackled with energy, and a sense of foreboding filled the air. The guardians realized that their final journey had just begun, and the true test of their strength and unity was yet to come.