Gardevoir Novels & Stories

Her hair was braided on one side showing an ear full of piercings. “Calm down Damina this one is Gar, he is in charge of watching over Noel when Carden and I are busy. He needs some help upping his training.” She looked Gar up and down pulled out the sucker. She had wolf teeth in human form, “Oh this is going to be fun. Gloria has been wanting to fight another one since the scouts.” “Whose scouts did you have fun with?” I asked the wolf mouth girl looked at me with wolf-like eyes as she looked to me.

The preliminary talks with the 4 young leaders of the Great Southern Wasteland has ended brilliantly, with them has managed to gain a positive replies by me, regarding the alliance and trade agreements that they really need. And so, the dinner that we have right after, is quite harmonious, they were able to dine, on the finest dishes of the highest and most high quality fine dining experience cooked by Aeternum most professional chef. Apparently the Palace Head Chef Galdar Vigileye, who’s has been serving his current position, ever since I have personally picked him, from way before the palace were even built. Galdar Vigileye is a Demi-Human of Minotaur tribe, and actually a mutant among his

⸻ Maeve was staring at Garrick’s bell. “It chose you.” Mason frowned. “Excuse me?” ⸻ “It didn’t attack Bramble.” “It attacked you.” ⸻ Anwen slowly stood. “She’s right.” ⸻ Claire looked toward Mason’s bell. “Why?” ⸻ Nobody answered. Then Bramble reached up. He touched Mason’s bell. Prrr. ⸻ The bell warmed. ⸻ Maeve went pale. “Because you’re the new Pathkeeper.”

Serafina held her breath. “First Wolf?” The silhouette moved. Then a deep voice echoed throughout the room. “Not yet.” Darius stepped closer to Serafina. “If you’re not the First Wolf, who are you?” The silhouette turned toward Darius. “Guardian.” Serafina furrowed her brow. “Guardian?” “Guardian of the gate.” Darius stared at the circle in the center of the room. “A gate leading where?”

When they spot me, their eyes flash with instant contempt. "Well, look what the dog dragged in," Mason mocks, stepping forward to block my path. "A discarded human trying to crash the upper circles of Ravenshire City. You don't belong here, Darcy. Get back to the Eastmoor Quarter slums where your kind rots." I don't say a word. I flick my wrist, presenting the dark gold card directly to the head security guard standing at the heavy velvet ropes. The guard’s eyes lock onto the golden crest on the card. His face instantly drains of all color. His knees tremble as he snaps to attention, bowing his head so low it nearly touches the wet pavement.

“There’s the Lunarii guard—elite werewolves who enforce the council’s will. They’re… something else entirely.” A cool breeze rustled through the trees, making Cathy shiver. Magnus instinctively wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as he continued. The gesture was automatic, protective, but his voice remained distant. “There’s Hel,” he said, his voice low and intense. “His spirit guide is Growler, a short-faced bear. Hel can sense things nobody else can—hidden enemies, life essence itself. It’s like he’s got a sixth sense for danger.” Cathy’s imagination conjured an image of a hulking warrior, eyes glowing with otherworldly perception. “That sounds… terrifying,” she murmured. Everythi

a gruff voice snapped from the back of the van. Garrett shifted his gaze to the rearview mirror. Three heavy-set, heavily scarred mercenaries were crammed into the back cargo space, surrounded by duffel bags filled with silver-laced weaponry and tactical restraints. The man who had spoken, a massive rogue wolf named Vance, leaned forward, his face twisted in frustrated anger.

“Valerie…” Three men stepped out from behind a parked truck. Rogues. I could smell it before I even saw their eyes, unbound wolves, reeking of blood and desperation. I let out a low growl, giving them a warning, making sure not to attract humans. Despite everything, they didn't seem to care. “Well,” the tallest one said, smirking, “didn’t expect the Luna herself to be walking around without guards. It seems that it is our lucky day.” “Walk away,” I warned. My heart pounded, but I kept my voice steady. “Now. There are humans here and you do not need to start something like this in front of them. These are not territorial grounds.”

If he’s here, there is still hope. Garret was not only one of my best trackers. He’s gifted. Only one out of many. Though his parents were both pure gamma wolves, he was born with the special ability to see things through time, past and future. My pack members like to call him the ‘modern sage’. Which is why I know he is exactly who I need. “Alpha,” he greeted, and I waved him off. I’m not about to waste time with greetings at a time so crucial like this.