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Tritan turns to face the guardian, a look of pleading on his face as he signs, "We left everything as it was, we only took notes. We didn't know that taking notes would violate our promise to the other guardian. But we don't take them for greed; we were looking for clues to a cure, seeking anything that would help our ailing kin-pod back home. And we gave back the copies we made; they were scattered outside when you... punished Hunter for trying to steal from your nest. I'm very sorry for his actions, but my bondmate stopped him before he could. Please let us go; we meant no harm." Finrir stays close to Tritan the whole time he is signing, making sure the guardian knows that Tritan does not

So she could wear them anytime. They didn’t waste any time and ran through the gates. As soon as they arrived there, the two fierce looking guards were already knocked out. With the amount of sleeping powder in the magnificent fireworks display, even the strangest warrior will be knocked out. But it seemed like Crystal and Oliver forgot one person. “Our guests are already leaving? The fireworks display is still on full display though. What’s the rush?” Oliver looked at Kian and the wings behind his back. I really couldn’t believe he’s also a dragon. Is that why he was able to conceal his powers?

I felt some warm liquid escape my honey pot, and I knew exactly what it was. Right there, my mind ran into the world of lust, the image of different sex styles forming in my head. I hadn't seen him like this before; he looked like a Greek goddess. “I paid the artist some solid figures to get the italic writing, just for you,” he said, walking close to me. “Just for me?” I mumbled as he leaned close, his lips brushing against mine. As if he read my mind, he grabbed my ass, seductively pinning me against the wall. I could feel his hands run through my thighs.

“When trust is woven through generations, it becomes the very cloth of unity.” Snow melted into spring pools around the Boundary Marker. Lanterns still glimmered faintly at dawn—remnants of last night’s vigil. Hannah, now nineteen and tall as her father, stepped forward. She wore a cloak handcrafted by Eluna, its fabric bright with woven runes and whispers of protection. Around her gathered dozens of newly minted Guardians—wolves with iron-edged gauntlets, humans in rune-inscribed leather, bears in layered protections.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth before disappearing almost instantly. “It won’t last.” I hated how relieved that tiny expression made me feel. I crossed my arms. “Fine. Kael. Start talking.” The wind shifted between us, colder now. “You know the story they tell about the Guardians?” he asked. I nodded slowly. “They’re chosen to protect the balance between creation and ruin.” “That’s the version meant for children.” Something uneasy twisted in my stomach. “What’s the real version?” Kael’s gaze lifted to mine again. “The Guardians were never meant to destroy ruin,” he said quietly. “They were created to contain it.”

“The Guardian serves for impersonal ones. For balance, justice, and preventing monsters from ruling through fear.” “Then I serve for both,” I replied. “Personal and impersonal. Because I love my family and I believe in protecting people who can’t protect themselves. Is that good enough?” The witch smiled slightly. “That’s exactly what the artifact needs to hear. A Guardian who serves from love rather than duty alone. Who understands that the personal and political are intertwined.” She stepped closer, placing her hand over my heart where the artifact rested. “This will hurt. The Guardian bond sears itself into your soul, marking you permanently. You’ll carry its weight for the rest of your l

I whispered. Orion studied the painting. "The Seven Guardians." He pointed to the first figure. "The Guardian of Light." "The Guardian of Time." "The Guardian of the Stars." "The Guardian of the Earth." "The Guardian of the Seas." "The Guardian of Flames." "And..." He looked at the final figure. "The Guardian of Shadows." A strange feeling passed through me. "The Shadow Guardian?" Orion nodded. "Not every shadow is evil." "Darkness and light have always existed together." Before I could respond, the entire temple shook.

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

The fire that was still burning cast a shadow on half of his face but his red eyes continued to glow dark but vibrant. Lucian grabbed one of the sticks and drew a huge circle on the grass by digging the stick a little deeper into the soil. He put a total of seven rocks within the circle. Katherine looked at the odd diagram in front of her, trying to piece together what she was looking at. "What is it?"

“You know as a guardian I wouldn’t have expected you to flaunt your powers like this.” The violet haired youth looked at her angrily. “I’m merely doing what I think is best.” She cocked her head to the side. And scoffed. “Best? I don’t think so. Maybe you haven’t had the idea of what kind of poachers you were about to encounter awhile ago if I haven’t intervened.” Aedre glared at the person standing in front of her and let out a sigh as she disintegrated the spell. The glow around her disappeared and the walls of water sank down into the earth.