Guardian Ward Historical Romance Novels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I stood by the pillar in the dining hall, my hands clasped behind my back. Anyone looking at me would have just concluded I was the mutt who did his job and didn't ask questions. But inside, my head was a war zone. When I first took this job, it was supposed to be simple. Guard the Princess. Keep her safe until she married the southern Alpha. I didn't expect the Moon Goddess to play a cruel trick on me. I didn't expect that the moment I inhaled her scent—that sweet mix of lavender and something like jasmine—my world would tilt on its axis.

It was better if she kept her distance because I didn’t want to have a moment of weakness and mistake her for my Azura. Even if they looked the same, I was determined to stay loyal to the Azura that I knew and loved. This one was simply her doppelganger. I needed to just do my duty as her Guardian and make sure that the Dragon Stone inside her was safe. My only true mate died forty years ago, and it was now time that I faced it. No longer hungry, I pushed my plate away and left the table. Wanting to get out of the house for a while, I made my way toward the front door. I didn’t know where I was going to go, but as long as it wasn’t here, I didn’t care.

Its elongated head dipped once, like a bow. “They’re responding,” Caleb breathed. Then, from the far side of the circle, another guardian stepped forward — larger than the rest, its runes blood-red instead of blue. The tone changed to a harsh vibration. The others froze. “What’s happening?” Rowan whispered. Lyra’s jaw clenched. “That’s a Warden. Leader of the ring. If it rejects her—” Ava swallowed hard. The Warden advanced, every step ringing like iron on stone. Its spear was twice her height, carved with clawed spirals. It stopped an arm’s length away. The red runes pulsed.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Even though your age is very mature and suitable for marriage, how can it be if you are still reluctant to enter into a relationship and decide to get married at this moment? "We will never get married because that is our destiny, we are brothers who will take care of you forever. Besides, when discussing women's issues, do you think that Lilian is a very special woman? There are so many evil women here and what you say is wrong, maybe I will find a woman somewhere else who is much smarter and can make me happier than I have to obey everything you say. OK, let's say goodbye and I hope you will always be healthy and can take care of yourself. If you find two guards here, it will be better, be

He looked at me and said, "I've called the cops. I guess they'll be here in half an hour. I'll protect you in the meantime. "The second ward has reinforced doors and windows installed due to an incident, so the killer can't barge in that easily. There's a small bedroom with a partition inside. Go and get some sleep. I'll keep watch outside." I nodded and took up on his offer. I was exhausted after the entire ordeal. I lay in bed, feeling well assured. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I noticed a gold bookmark poking out from the drawers of the nightstand. I hesitated a moment before pulling the drawer out. The small drawer was filled with assorted love letters.

Long. Carefully. Then something unexpected happened. The ancient guardian bowed its head slightly. To Lucien. Recognition. Respect. "The Second Anchor." The title echoed through the valley. The Warden looked between them. Then spoke words that made every wolf present go silent. "The Path was never meant for one." Althea felt her pulse quicken. The Warden continued. "The Heir and the Resonance." A pause. "The Daughter and the Alpha." Another pause. Then: "The Two Who Open."

Fortunately, the Moon Goddess … and perhaps Elizabeth … smartened me up before I lost out on this amazing woman. “I do not know what I am looking for,” Julia growled. We had been searching through books this morning trying to learn more about the Guardian Wolf. Because they were so rare, there was not a lot of information in our history books about them. There had to be more data, and I figured my next step would be to bring our historian and have them conduct some more searches on the internet.

Not in worship. In obedience. The lead Collector lowered his head. "The Warden awakens." The title echoed through the chamber. Warden. Not monster. Not king. Not enemy. Adrian's historian's mind seized on the difference immediately. Wardens guarded things. They didn't conquer them. He spoke before fear could silence him. "If it's a Warden..." "...what is it guarding?" No one answered. The black figure continued emerging from the impossible darkness. Its body remained hidden beneath a cloak woven from shifting shadows.

“That could only mean either one of two things, you are either a stone guardian just like Romeo or a royal wielder." I stilled and forced myself to relax despite my heart rate jumping through the roof. "Guardians are the chosen ones that are tasked to protect stones like the black onyx stone and there are guardians for all the different species - witch, vampire, fae, human and many other species not written in our texts. While a royal wielder are protectors or royals who are given the ability to wield magical items such as swords, staffs, stones and many other items which were left behind by our Gods and the ancient race.”