Guardian Animals Novels & Stories

His words gave the entire room a deadly feel. “I-” ”What rank do you belong to?” Zoey asked. “I… I…” ”Answer me!” Her heart felt a jolt and Zara’s eyes couldn’t help but widen. Zoey’s order was like a roar, if that was a thing. It was loud and demanding. It made Andrea shiver. Zaramanni felt a little uneasy as well. “Guardian," came that trembling response. "I am a guardian wolf." ”From which pack?” “Verano Pack.”

He isn’t exactly shy and is definitely not self-conscious about the way he looks. If being the best friend of our future Alpha wasn’t enough, he is also a Guardian. For as long as werewolves can remember, there have only ever been two Guardians at one time. They are strong, powerful wolves and are coveted by packs and their Alphas. It worked out that Clint and his wolf, Donovan, were born as a male and were already friends with our future Alpha. It meant that he would be the Guardian for Anders, our Alpha heir, when he takes over as the Alpha of our pack. Because of their friendship and Clint’s strength, it was already planned that he’d become Alpha Anders' Beta. But now, he will be his Guar

It was one of the guards. I had seen him when I had that vision for the first time. Adrian was ready to fight that guard. But I couldn't let him. "Adrian! Take all these people to safety. I will take care of this moron." I ordered them. Adrian nodded his head and they walked away, leading the humans out of the kingdom boundaries. Thankfully, we were still inside the palace. The guard was a lycon. His furry huge body, razor sharp fangs and claws were the evidence. I had never fought with any lycon. As I didn't have much time to get my sword, I was practically armless. But it was a palace of a power hungry werelion. He had his walls filled with all kinds of weapons. What else I would have want

"How can someone end the life of another human being so easily?" He scoffed, "Who said it was easy?" "He made it look easy ... is it not easy for you? How many people have you killed?" "Killing is an animal instinct ... a self-defense, to protect someone you love, or you were trained to do it because it's necessary ... like a dog ... you can train a dog to kill and make it think it's doing it to protect you." "Were you trained to be a mercenary?" He didn't answer. She turned to look at him in the eyes, "I have a proposition to make."

“The guardians don’t want to adapt in the new era, they want to be low key and at peace.” Sierra didn’t answered. There’s a question inside her head that she’s been thinking since it talked about the small town of Stonehenge. Sierra huffed. “What is the purpose of a guardian, anyway?” “Good question, Sierra,” the late guardian of fire said, delighted. “Guardians exist because if it is not for them the earth would be long gone now.” “What do you mean?” “Guardians are not just a display!” it answered. “They have responsibilities to do, and that is to protect Earth from the creatures that wants to eat it.”

She always watched out for others, and everyone loved her for it. Let the hunters search. Let them find only empty roads and dead ends. Even if they come, we won't go down without a fight. We protect our own. I smiled warmly as I talked to her. Fireside and Paw pack would do what it did best - protect those who needed protection, offer sanctuary to the hunted, and grow stronger through compassion rather than fear. We help those in trouble, and we look out for gifted wolves or humans

"No, not like parents, you feral little thing. Like us. Guardians. Those who stand between the mundane and the divine." I looked at him like he was crazy. “Do you have a god complex... or are you just crazy?” The man seemed shocked, taking a step towards me. I stilled myself watching him. “It’s OK, boy. I just need to check on you... it seems that your head may have some problems” he approached me slowly as if I was a wild animal. I had half a mind to snarl at him. “You don’t know what guardians are? So that means you don’t have a clan”

“They know everything that happens on the land…” “That’s just some mythical bullshit. There are thousands of unihorn whales across all oceans. How do you know these are the guardians?” “I have never seen a unihorn whale change color, have you?” the anxious soldier said. “No, but we haven’t seen the real guardians either. And the chances of such cosmic creatures being actually present in hell are very slim. Besides…” a calm voice cut through them. “The actual legend is different. The guardians don’t appear to punish. They appear to guide.”

In that moment, I felt a deep connection with these vulnerable creatures, and a fierce protectiveness swelled within me. Nestling my body around them, I embraced the adorable wolf pups, offering them a secure and cozy haven. In this role, I became their devoted guardian, their unwavering provider, and their ultimate source of solace. Despite the extraordinary circumstances that brought us together, I was resolute in my determination to go to any lengths necessary to ensure their safety and well-being.

“I experience strain when the wards are tested, satisfaction when they hold firm. But hurt, as you understand it, requires a self to be hurt. I am not certain I possess such a thing anymore.” “That is sad,” the girl said simply. “Perhaps,” the Guardian agreed. “Or perhaps it is necessary. I maintain protection for three thousand souls across twelve territories. Individual consciousness would be insufficient for that task. I became what was needed.” Maya placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Come. We should let the Guardian rest.” “I do not rest,” the Guardian said, its voice carrying a faint echo that might have been amusement. “But I appreciate the visit. Interaction with bonded wolves