Guardians With Jack Frost Novels & Stories

Ice Wolves, former Moonstone pack members, and the reformed Shadow Wolves—now calling themselves Twilight Guardians under Mira and Thorne's leadership—gathering to share information and coordinate the ongoing protection of the seals. "Aunt Lena too?" Kieran asked hopefully, already moving toward the path that would lead us back to the pack compound. "Yes, and Fiona," Garrick confirmed, smiling at our son's enthusiasm. "They brought something for you, I believe." Kieran's eyes lit up, and he raced ahead down the path, his small form quickly disappearing among the trees. Though only five, he navigated the forest with confidence born of innate connection to his surroundings—both the physical wo

Mamock said, an image of the dwarf like creatures with slimy skin and elf ears; otherwise known as the guardians, passed through her mind and she visibly cringed. "Ansel entrusted us with this, so we should get it done" Elle said, trying to convince her. She can't give up now, one thing she's learnt from her long physical training is to not give up, and she isn't about to go back on that now. "Not at the risk of our lives! We can't let him down or make him proud if we are dead!" Mamock shouted, a thunderstrike following her words immediately as if it's backing her up.

But every vine he destroyed, two more replaced it. "Oh, come on!" The forest answered. Branches twisted together, forming enormous wooden wolves. Each one towered over us. Their eyes glowed green. Not corrupted, but instead controlled. "They're guardians," I whispered. "No." Johanis narrowed his eyes. "They're being used." The wolves attacked. One lunged and thankfully Johanis intercepted it. Ice covered its jaws. CRACK!! He shattered the frozen muzzle with one punch. Another appeared behind him. "Sora!" My mate's wolf surged forward. His aura exploded. The wooden wolves hesitated just long enough as I raised both hands. Nature answered.

Alexander murmured, his voice carrying only to those immediately around him, "we are united. Whatever Frost seeks to discover about our new arrangement, he will find only strength." Elizabeth felt a flutter of unexpected warmth at her father's words. Despite the formal nature of their positions, his statement had included the Talleys in the royal "we", a subtle but significant acknowledgment of their new status. The massive doors at the far end of the hall swung open, and the herald's voice rang out, "Announcing His Excellency, Alpha Garrick Frost of the Frostmoon Pack, Warden of the Northern Borders, Guardian of the Frost Peaks, and his son and heir, Nikolai Frost."

Anastasios Martas, Raedwulf Lykaon, Wulfgar Hawk, and the rest of the guardians joined me. "There's a lot of them…" one guardian said in a guttural tone. "And we can kill them now," Raedwulf Lykaon said with great satisfaction lacing his tone. "If your witches can contain us along with them, I say we should be home in an hour," Wulfgar Hawk said.

The bodies of the Four Guardians floated out of the wide sleeves of their robes like spirits and gathered to where Jack was. This sight stunned everyone. They had heard Jack refer to them as guardians, but they were actually spirits—or were they ghosts? Who exactly was Jack? The surprise did not stop there. Jack's priest robe exploded, and he started to expand like a demon deity. In the end, he formed into a red giant in a red lotus armor. He became about 180 feet tall and had four pairs of arms. He was holding four weapons that previously belonged to the Four Guardians. Each weapon had a blackish-red flame on it.

Gunner moves his hips back and forth, pretending he is spanking something in front of him, while making a high pitch moaning sound, “Oh, Kill… You hot alpha heir who is madly smitten by me…Yeah, pump my wolf out of me and make me your Luna…” He looks and sounds so comical doing it that I have a hard time holding my laughter when my dad and his beta open the front doors to the pick-up truck. Making Gunner and me stand in attention and swallow our laughter. The two doors behind them open, too. Revealing, no other than Gio and his mom, Vilma. The Guardians. Members of the wolf blood council. What are they doing here? “What are you guys doing here just standing like idiots?” My dad, ladies and g

Xavier motioned for Jack to stand. A father stood up, looked at his daughter, beaming with pride. “Sweetheart. The Council is giving you an amazing opportunity. You can stay with us. Me, your brother, and sister.” Jack’s hand found hers and squeezed. “To help train future Guardians.. Given that you are human, we will have to take extra precautions to keep you safe and out of harm’s way. You’ll never be out in the field. Or...” Jack’s eyes welled with tears.

They were extensions of my own will, tethered to the silver thrumming in my marrow. Lucian was awake, his golden eyes fixed on the summit. He could feel his father. I could feel him, too. A faint, dying ember in the distance, flickering under the relentless assault of the Northern mirrors. "The gate is guarded by the Frost-Guard," the Reawakened commander rasped. "They are Fenris’s personal kin. They will not fall as easily as the scouts." "They don't have to fall," I said, my voice cold enough to crack the air. "They just have to witness."

I asked. “I might do it to someone who tried to harm you, but never you,” Jack cooed as he stepped forward and pulled me into his arms. “Drake was spotted coming up the mountain. He’s an excellent tracker.” “Will you hurt him?” I asked with concern. “You worry for him?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Should I be jealous?” I slapped his chest lightly and kissed his cheek. “Don’t be silly. He’s your friend and he’s been my guard as well all these years,” I said.