Gardevoir Novels & Stories

The bouncer with quite the body build called out in a stern voice. Gina and I stepped forward, and it seemed as though everywhere had gone silent in an instant. The bouncer hadn't taken note of this, because he had his eyes glued on the entry list before him. I figured out that he'd mastered the routine of keeping his gaze on the list as members called out their names. That way it'd be easier for him to scan through the list quickly without having to go through the stress of directing his gaze, up and down. But I and Gina’s name weren't on the list, this I knew because we hadn't made reservations.

It was the feeling of home, something I hadn't realized I'd missed until this very moment. My chest tightened with unexpected emotion. I was really back. I lifted my head, searching through the crowd of people waiting for arrivals. My eyes scanned faces until I quickly spotted that familiar figure standing apart from the others. Garrett Rivers was tall and imposing, easy to spot in any crowd. At six-foot-four, he towered over most people around him. His dark gray waterproof leather armor gleamed with rainwater, and I could see the Stormfang Pack wolf crest pinned prominently to his left chest.

They take on the riskiest tasks and organize patrols throughout the territory and the most feared clan in the entire pack. “What rank do you fall under?” Ava asked, interrupting Cherry. “Well I fall under Warnimguard, we are responsible for monitoring suspicious activity both inside and outside the pack. We also manage resources and are skilled in persuasion and intimidation, which helps to prevent serious fights between outsiders and the pack. Finally, we are trained to predict weather patterns and storms, read coded messages, carry sick, injured, or dead pack members for treatment or burying, hunt and patrol at night so that the Guardians and Xi can rest.

It has fountains, tranquil water features, hidden gazebos and secluded alcoves. My eyes took cognizance of the guards who were at the towers, standing at strategic intervals, ensuring the safety and privacy of the harem's inhabitants. Orizon wolves, they are of burly form, clad in armored uniforms while maintaining a watchful eye over the grounds. From the placement of the guards, it becomes obvious to know that nothing goes out or comes in without the king’s knowledge.

“Tresspasser over here! Tresspasser over here!” Out of nowhere, guards sprang out of the snowy bushes, the frozen trees, the tall icy grasses. I didn’t notice them earlier nor picked up their scent. It seems they blended with the snow-white fur cloaks that they wore. I was probably too preoccupied by the river to check my surroundings. “Please. I didn’t do anything!” I explained, lifting my hands open to the air. “You did!” The one in front of me growled. He’s wearing an armor with a black-and-gold insignia. I know that symbol. I’ve seen that before. “You’ve trespassed the Blackwind Pack territory, Rogue.”

“And restart this evening.” “Heath Gale,” Heath introduced himself. “Aislen Carter, and Samuel on the roof. I am the lead alpha of the Les Guerriers Sanctifies of Havermouth’s Triquetra, and Aislen is our female mate. Samuel is her guardian, as she is blessed by the Moon Goddess.” “It’s really complicated,” Aislen added when she saw the confusion on the soldier’s faces. “It’s a really complicated introduction.” “The Van Helsing base is calling for updates,” a soldier exited the house. “We’d best move out.”

"What do you mean you've only seen it once. It should be on display like all the people in Scarlet's group: All the time." Out of the side of my vision, I watched as Xander and Taryk rubbed a hand over their necks. Scarlet brushed her fingers over her upper chest. "Well, it's not," Kiema said as she batted at my hands. "It sits low on my side, stretches from my boob down to my hip bone. Each of the guys, and now yours and Scarlet's animals are depicted. The last guardian's animal is there as well, but I don't recognize what animal form it is."

Damon shoots me a sharp look, “Because they are dangerous. Harming them incurs a terrible wrath. They’ve been around for a very long time.” “But what are they?” I demand, feeling unsettled by his description. Damon stares at me, “Bewaarders is a word from the ancient language. It means ‘custodians’. The Bewaarders are a long line of custodians.They keep the balance between the world of the Others and the Humans.” My brows knit together, “Custodians of what?” Damon lets out a bark of laughter, “How do you not know this? Every shifter was told about this from a young age. The boogeyman. They themselves might be humans with some powers but they guard the wrath that can befall the world.”

It actually was a viewing deck that allowed one to look at the starry night sky through its floor-to-ceiling windows. He took a seat right away and glanced at the wall with all sorts of totem paintings. He had a pretty clear idea in his mind instantly. It did not take long before someone opened the door. Zeke and a middle-aged man wearing a blue top with a cold expression walked into the room. Zeke said politely, “You’re quick, Mr. Yarde. You must have waited long, right?” Kayson said, “It’s nothing. I’ve only just arrived.” Zeke chuckled before introducing the middle-aged man beside him. “This is one of Eden Joy’s guardians, Guardian Coridon.”

had caught fire. It happened so fast, no body had a chance to comprehend anything. The boys lost their father and only sister, I lost my parents and worse...my mate. Then suddenly the boys were all standing up with an alert look "What's up"? I asked Micah, also on alert "It's the garden. The guides are saying something"Micah said "There.....The blue guide is awake" Tony exclaimed with widened eyes The blue guide?? That was Melody's spirit guide. It have been asleep since her death...which was a normal thing.