Gardevoir Novels & Stories

My horse doesn’t exactly follow suggestions but she does end up following Corvu’s black stallion out of the stable. As the trot turns into a gallop we find our way to the Eastern gate, which although surrounded by guards it doesn’t appear they were keeping anyone in, just stopping those who wanted to enter. Through the bustle we weren’t given any attention, though I did notice Corvu put his hood up to stop any interest in him. I wonder what makes it obvious he was a cursed Daemonaria? His ears were certainly longer and pointier than Gecko’s, and I suppose the sharpness of his fangs were a sight to behold, but they didn’t seem so obvious to me. What did others see that I didn’t?

Again. Breathing deeply, he paved his way to the right wing of the place and headed to a huge garden located in the middle of the Palace. Large balls of energy were emitting different spectres of light to the surroundings. There was a stage situated a hundred steps away from him as people gathered around it. He walked a few steps ahead as he tried to look for his brother and mother on the stage. Instead he saw his father, a man in his mid 60's with a grey beard covering half of his face. He was wearing a green velvet robe bearing the Seal of the Guardians: a symbol of a fist wrapped in a circle. There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal.

I did as I was told, and I think in their gentleman’s they brought something to cover me. “Once again we ask, who you are?” they questioned, their voices holding power. “Noella Cindy James, banned from the shadow pack, forced to run rogue,” I said capturing their attention. “Okay then, welcome to the unwanted city.” They said welcoming me. “Unwanted?” I questioned. “Yes the unwanted city, under the rue of king of rogues Edmond, this is a city for rogues, hidden in the depths of the forest.” The one guard stated. “So what do I do here?” I asked. They chuckled at my statement.

The man placed the cup of coffee on the table and stood up after noticing her presence, he had brown chestnut hair and emerald eyes. "This is Trevor, Nikolai's driver " Sam replied and Champagne nodded in understanding, she continued forward. "Good evening ma'am, I was sent to pick you up " the man spoke to her politely and Champagne sent him a small smile before turning to Sam. "Don't you dare leave, I will see you when am back " Champagne whispered in a warning yet warm tone before hugging Sam so tight. "I can't leave, I will be waiting for all the juicy gossip and take care of yourself " After Sam's reply, Champagne turned to Mr. Trever who had already stood up.

He handed the drill command to the senior warrior beside him and walked with me toward the yard wall. "I heard within ten minutes of the gate opening." "She came with an Alpha," I said. "Dorian Vane," Garrett said. "Western territories. His guards have Obsidian Keep insignia." I turned and looked at him. "Obsidian Keep insignia," I said. "On the saddlecloths," he said. "Dorian Vane is aligned with Zayden Crowe. That's been established in territorial intelligence for some time."

"You're standing in my light, Tuesday." Tuesday’s eyes flash with a sudden, vicious spark of violet wolf-fire. "You arrogant little human freak! The Mooncrest Iron Gate is protected by ancient territorial wards. Without a recognized pack bond or an alpha clearance pass, those iron bars will strike you down with pure aura lightning before you set foot in the courtyard!"

Its body shimmered like liquid silver. Its eyes opened. Ancient. Intelligent. It looked directly at Noah. Then... It bowed. Grayson instinctively pulled Noah behind him. "What the hell is that?" The Prophet whispered. "A Guardian." The wolf made no sound. It simply stared. Then slowly turned its head toward the distant temple. As though watching someone approach. Grayson followed its gaze. Nothing. Only darkness. Then... He heard it. Faint. Almost impossible to recognize. A voice. "Savannah..."

When he got to Vespera, she was asked which cartoon character she really loved and she replied: "The Goddess from the Sinbad cartoon." Ezekiel’s eyes twitched. His fists tightened and his hand holding the phone shook. The voices from the device only sank into the background of his mind as he stared at the smiley Vespera with less subconscious. Lorna's favourite character was also the Goddess Eris from Sinbad, Legend of the Seven Seas.

On his armor’s right breast was the logo of the de Jardins, which was a woman in robes leading an unseen charge while wielding a shield in one hand, and a long open scroll in the other. He came to a stop next to them, waved hello, then urged them to get on board. As the Ravens climbed on, they realized that the gravity pad was much larger than it looked. It was certainly enough to hold all of them. Along with two heavily armed and armored soldiers to boot. “Don’t mind them,” said Max. “They’re just my, uh, assigned House Guards. Anyway, it’s great to see you all! Looks like you got a few new members, too, huh?”