Romans & histoires Guardian

A good shower and heavy breakfast is all I need. Patrick is already gone when I return from the bathroom. No surprise here; coming and going like the wind is his style lately. I change and head straight downstairs, hoping that Butler Lucas has had the cook prepare something decent to cure this damn hangover. Reaching the kitchen door, I suddenly hold my steps at the sight of my bodyguard standing near the fridge, uncapping the bottle of drinking water after a seemingly intense workout he's just finished. The sweat smears his skin, his curly hair drenched, the muscles of his strong biceps rippling tensely, and that sexy Adam's apple tips as the water slides in his throat. My breath quickens.

The council was built by the guardians, the guardians are the beings that were created to keep order. A guardian is someone like a cop in the supernatural world and it a guardian who is the leader of the council always. A guardian is given a divine weapon, which he receives when he or she has his or her guardian awakening. And when the guardian experiences the guardian awakening they are sent to the guardian

is important, son." He said. I let out a loud sigh and started to tell my father everything that I knew about Kara and how important she was. All he did was look at me bewildered and then he said, "You can't be serious son, she's the moonstone guardian that the prophecy has spoken about. Then we must get to her before it is too late. So, if she finds the moonstone while he has her, this will be catastrophic for all of our race. I've been reading about the great moonstone guardian in the ancient text that I have in our library but it has been centuries since one has been born and now she's here and she's your mate. Son read this

“Are you telling me, the heir of the Alpha, apologize to a mere guardian?” “A mere guardian? Do you think their jobs are easy?” At the rhetorical question, Brett shut his mouth. A guardian in the pack, which is belong to the lower status, is in charge of caring the pack mates. They watched over the older and ill werewolves. They serve as support unit and try to keep the pack in a healthy state. All in all, they are the best caretaker for small werewolves like the three heirs. Accepting his defeat, Brett looked at the driver and apologized, “Alright. I am sorry.” Then he looked at Adam and asked, “

My breast was pointing in invitation to him while the water coated my womanhood. "That wasn't mine!" I disputed unpleasantly but he didn't care about my complaint as he grabbed my full left breast in his hand. He jerked it up and down and did the same with the other one. "I won't take advantage of you without your permission. I will try to patch the confusion in your head. I have done many bad things but I do not have a hand in the death of your parents. Our lives were sealed when your parents betrothed you to me. I am your guardian, your mate, and the most important person in your life at the moment. You are my possession and you must care about losing me " h

I questioned, as much as me being a guardian is confusing, I want to know why they feel weak. “Guardians are tender in nature. They are like delicate flowers that need to be given attention. They might be strong, but they are defenseless at times especially when the attack is directed at them.” Cathbad explained. “But I have no powers…” I said dejectedly. “Then how do you explain your dreams or perhaps when you threw your dad aside when he wanted to kill AJ? Do you even remember that you stopped time that day, Little one, do not belittle yourself.

“There is nothing cooler than that.” “That doesn’t make him cool; it makes him weird,” Xander told her. “Now Cupid is the best. He’s like the love doctor of reindeer.” Mina glared at him. “Show me where that has been proven.” When Xander said nothing, she smirked. “Exactly, now Vixen is the best. The seductress.” “Isn’t Vixen a boy?” Kaileeh asked. “He can’t be a seductress!”

Silence settled through the archive corridor. Ryder looked at Kenzie with the same expression he had worn since the pool... the look of a father who loved his daughter and was learning, in real time, what that love required now that she had become larger than anything he had expected. "You are sure," he said. It was not a question. He asked because asking was respectful, not because he doubted her answer. "I am the Guardian," Kenzie said. "This is what Guardians do." She paused. "Also, the grandmas say being four forever means I will always be allowed on the children's rides at amusement parks. They say this is a significant adv

“That almost got you killed.” I held his gaze. “You’re my guardian, right?” I said. “Yes.” “Then act like it.” His brows furrowed. “I am acting like it.” “No,” I said. “You’re acting like a guard.” That made him pause. “There’s a difference,” I added. "You're not just the pack's patrol or warrior. You're my guardian. My best friend. My brother." Silence. “You think shutting me down is protecting me,” I continued. “But sometimes, protecting me means helping me do what I need to do.”

He had been paying the particular quality of attention that noticed shapes. He had noticed. He walked through the east courtyard in the thin afternoon light and he thought about shapes and he came through the secondary door and along the service path to the gatehouse, and the guard met him there with the particular neutral expression of a professional who understood that his role was to escort and not to interpret. He said the man was in the visitor bay. Leonard went in.