Guardian Werewolf Novels & Stories

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

she stops to looking at me bewildered. “I don’t pay attention to Lore.” I respond. She laughs at me. Even when she laughs, she is intimidating. I want so badly to allow myself to be impressed by her, but I hold it back. She has to have some ulterior motive. “You are a werewolf. You ARE lore.” she taps me in the forehead with her finger and then sighs. “Guardians are an elite group of people who are trained to be the best in every respect. We are the ultimate weapon and gift.”

“You’ll be marked as Guardian, capital G. Not just Blackhowl’s Luna, but something greater. Answerable to forces that transcend individual packs. Called upon to face threats wherever they arise, to maintain balance even when it costs you personally.” She gestured around the void. “The artifact doesn’t choose ordinary wolves. It chooses those capable of bearing impossible weight, making decisions that will haunt them, and sacrificing personal happiness for the greater good.” “That sounds terrible,” I said. “It is,” the witch agreed. “I was Guardian for forty years. It cost me my daughter, my mate, my peace. I made decisions that saved thousands but destroyed the people I loved most. When they

My wolf form has changed too, larger, more powerful, with midnight black fur that seems to absorb the light around me. The witch's dark magic and the human blood I have been feeling on me have changed everything about me. Luna snarls and lunges, her massive jaws snapping toward my throat. We crash together in a tangle of claws and fangs, rolling across the alley floor as we tear at each other. She's skilled, experienced, but I can feel her weakness. The full moon hangs overhead, and I know exactly why she's struggling. While the moonlight should make any werewolf stronger, Guardians are different.

I grabbed the black wolf's fur, holding him firmly in place while maintaining my werewolf form. “Well, well, this opponent seems interesting,” growled the beast in my mind, excited. “How dare you enter my domain, stray wolves!” The guardian approached slowly; his paw was larger than our heads, and the monster was colossal. “Guardian…” Lambert began to speak. “Let us pass; I have fulfilled my penance long enough at this gate of wrath!” Sniffing the environment in front of the dark gate, the supernatural beast rose—a colossal wolf. Its fur had a rust hue, and its eyes, burning with furious flames, glowed as it attentively observed us with sharp fangs exposed.

I mouthed a thank-you and took Luna's hand, squeezing it gently as we started walking. As we stepped outside, I realised that the air inside the garage was heavier. We hadn't gone more than a few steps before a uniformed werewolf stepped into our path. He was tall, handsomely broad-shouldered, and dresser in the dark steel-grey uniform of the Council Guard. His posture was rigid and alert, a silver insignia resting over his chest. His gaze settled on me almost immediately I noticed him. "Aria Stone, I presume?" he said in a clipped and formal voice. "You're the witch-wolf hybrid that's on a case with–"

Luna Angel and Luna Grace are Guardians who have wolves that were blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. The Guardian line flows through the female line. Guardians are the strongest, most powerful wolves in any pack. They make their mates stronger, which is why they were forced into mate bonds with their Alphas for centuries. The generation before me was the first generation where Guardians found their fated mates and in creating true mate bonds, the Guardian line has begun to pass from the mothers to their daughters.

“I am Gregor, Beta wolf of the New Moon pack. On behalf of my Alpha, may I say, we are truly honoured to hold an alliance with the pack of the Triple Goddess. I give my word that if you call, we will answer” “Thank you, Beta Gregor. I appreciate you coming in your Alpha’s absence and hope that you can pass on our thanks” Gunner smiled and nodded. “If I may?” Gregor asked as he stepped closer to the table. Growls erupted from behind us and also from Tobias. I looked over my shoulder to see Felix and a row of big buff and scary looking Weres, acting as our guards. I looked over the row of men and they each held an aura of fierceness and intimidation. Oh. They’re not acting. They're warriors. T

he stood up sharply and the girl continued to chuckle The more she chuckled, the uncomfortable Rye felt, affecting Oliver in return. “Who the hell are you?” he managed to groan into her ears as he pulled her close “I’m the guardian of this territory. I exist to make sure werewolves do not hurt humans just because they are superior,” she introduced herself, The chuckling had ceased this time Oliver understood what she meant right away. He had learned about the guardians from his teacher. The moon goddess had to gift some entities the power to create a balance so the werewolves would hurt humans while cohabitating with them.