Guardian Ward Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She watched him on the nights when the grief would sneak up on Esme. Spencer would move with a heartbreaking tenderness, gathering his small daughter into his arms. He would rock her, his deep voice a soft rumble singing off-key lullabies or reciting stories from memory, pouring every ounce of love from two parents into one embrace. She knew her place or so she constantly reminded herself. She tried to guard her heart, to remind herself of the contract she’d signed. She was the nanny, a 23 year old girl from a nowhere town, foolish enough to fall for a man who still wore his wedding band on a chain beneath his shirt.

He reached for my hands, his thumb smoothed over my fingers. “Aria Valenhart,” he began, voice low, “I, Ronan Duskbane, commander of the Silver Guard, swear to you that you and the children you carry are now under my protection. From this day forward, you are mine to guard. Mine to shield. Mine to fight for, as long as I shall live.” His eyes seemed to glow faintly and I felt the energy of his wolf buzzing through. The feeling was different, like a ripple of power, slowly seeping into my skin and wrapping around me like an invisible shield. A connection between me and Ronan.

For days, Zara had felt the strange heat in her chest, the prickle along her spine whenever Hunter passed too close, the pull that was not love but something more violent, and felt ancient. It was more like a magnetic ache that confused her more than it frightened her. She had tried to ignore it, convinced herself it was just trauma wearing a mask. But Ma Erene’s words dragged it into the light. Was it a bond or a curse? But whatever it was, it was real. “I’m not like you, I’m not a wolf,” Zara whispered, still scrubbing. “Not yet,” the woman murmured. “But something is awakening in you. Something with teeth.” She paused, then tapped Zara’s wrist with her knotted fingers.

If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING. Also, this is a rewrite/combined book of a series I have posted on Dre*me. For those of you who have followed my work for a while, you might know the original book series, The Forced Series which follow Rose, Kane, Alexander and Raven Tavish. This is a rewrite and it will be different. I will be making a lot of changes and the biggest being this WON’T be four books. I have taken those four books and combined them into one long book here. So, please no comments about how this is stolen work or similar to another authors series. This is my original work and I am the original auth

“I hope this is the end of that man with the dogs. He’s from the Hacks family and if anything bad happens to him, what are we going to do? “Besides, your grandfather will surely put the blame on us.” Kaze replied to her, “Don’t worry, Mom. I know what I’m doing. That man won’t die.” Little did everyone know, Agnes jinxed it. That night, after the members of the Guardians finished dinner, which was the dog stew, they went back to Corestone. They used to guard prominent figures, such as elders of the cabinet and ministers of different departments. Spending a few days to protect Kaze and his family was considered something new.

A little patience for my wife wouldn’t do any damage. “Just a minute!” my wife said. It sounded surreal. I was still wrapping my head around that I was married to the most amazing person I’d ever met. The wedding band around my finger and my father’s ring caught my eye. My father’s ring was an heirloom with a head of a wolf engraved on it, and I felt proud that I got the chance to wear it. I opened the book. Evelyn was not joking. It still looked old, though, and it had been translated into English. I found the page that said something about the Guardian. It had a short description of the spirit, the power, and the weakness.

she said quietly, “is the true oath of the Weber line.” I took it hesitantly, the book strangely warm in my hands. As I opened it, the scent of ancient parchment and binding spells filled my nose. The first page was simple. One symbol. A bloodline knot. But on the second page, I gasped. Words burned into my mind like brands. "The Guardian shall not merely seal the darkness. She shall be its Keeper. It's Warden. It's last Hope if the Balance falls." My fingers tightened around the book. “Keeper?”

I'll let you know when that book comes available. One little tidbit of information you might find interesting, I had never planned to write about the fae in these books. However, when my husband was reading Broken Warrior and got to the part where Ailduin brought The History of the Guardians to Cara, he turned and looked at me saying 'I hope you're going to write more about that fae. I'd be interested in learning more about him' and so the Guardian chronicles were born. Thank you again for all of your support and your comments. I really do read and appreciate all of them. If you haven't yet and have a chance, please review any or all of my books. The reviews help boost my rankings and give m

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“We need memory.” --- Over the next days, Seraphina summoned the oldest of the realm’s historians, lorekeepers, and flame readers. From scrolls buried beneath temples and relics long forgotten, she learned the truth. The Warden was the counter-force to the Gates. When the first Seers opened flame, the Warden was buried beneath the frost to preserve what remained. It was not evil. It was order. But now it had awoken to a world ruled by a woman who defied both flame and silence.