Guin Saga Novels & Stories

I soon heard their car leave, I heaved out a sigh. Did Gwen say anything to them? Or alert anybody or tell her friends, no she wouldn't. I will just wait for her to come back and question her then find a way to contact Tomas, My second hand man. I need to get over this sh*t as soon as possible, The children of ruins are getting comfortable. And I swear, I will make sure to fuck them up once I return. I fisted my hands. † † † I waited patiently for Gwen to come through the door after she closed up the bakery. She had changed her clothes from earlier, “Hey” she said as she entered.

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

I looked down at Gina's still form, exhaustion and worry warring with profound relief that she remained alive at all. "Will she recover?" I asked. "I believe so," Maren said, though her voice carried honest uncertainty alongside the reassurance. "But I won't pretend to know exactly what she'll be like when she wakes, or how long that recovery might genuinely require." I held Gina's hand for the hours that followed, as the sounds of battle outside our position gradually transformed from a desperate and costly struggle into what increasingly resembled victory. The remaining forces of the Migroir were finally and decisively shattered by the combined power unleashed through our bonded ritual, em

“Yes, Vera. Here is how the story goes. The land had been filled with evil, and darkness had held light on its claws. But then something fell out of the heavens one cold night. Because the people did not know what it was, they had called it Gini, which is another word for ‘what is this? They had tried to verify what this strange object was until some strange lights started pouring out and filling the people. The people of the three villages had woken up, only to find out that they had strange powers. So using the power, they were able to drive the demons and darkness to the far end of the world. The white mountain was not an original idea. The people of the Three Kingdoms would have destroye

Kira swore she never saw someone clench their jaw as attractive as this guy. "I'm Saga." He said after a few seconds of silence. "Saga?" "It's actually Samuel Gale, but I go by Saga." Kira turn her attention back to the stack of CD, avoiding his curious eyes. "That's interesting." "What?" His eyes follow her moves, "You're not going tell me your name?" "Well, Saga." She glance at him, "My father told me not to give my name to strangers." "Ouch," Saga place his right hand on his chest, "I thought we were bonding the minute we bruise each other's ego."