Hunter Golden Guard Novels & Stories

Guards line either side of the wine-colored carpet running from the steps of the dais to the far end of the room. Jordan signals to one of the guards. A male about my age, he’s even more buff than the kings, and shorter, too. He has close-cropped black hair and deep black eyes. “Aurora Blessing, meet one of our gammas in the Royal Guard, Lucas Bateson, who’ll be guarding and assisting you,” Jordan says with a smile. “Lucas, don’t let this lady out of your sight unless you’re with us. ‘Cause you may get a rematch against the rogues.”

Doctor Huntington stood slowly, smiling in an eerie way as the gun in her hands shook. “Not who you were expecting?” he asked. His voice wasn’t the one she’d heard earlier, and that told her that there were others in the house, slinking around like spiders, waiting for her to mess up. Of course there were others, she chided herself. That must be where her security guards were- all eight of them, tied up in hand to hand combat with whatever goons this man had brought with him.

She had no strength to. “Open the gate!” a deep, masculine voice said. The owner of the voice soon came into view; he was lofty and had huge scars on his elbow. A deep scowl rested on his face like it was permanent. “Y-Yes, sir,” the brown-haired, rangy guard on duty rushed towards her cell and unlocked the giant padlock, quickly opening the gate whose bars were coated with silver. The guard wasn’t hurt from contact with the silver since he was wearing gloves.

Hunter could tell she was worried, so he said, "Holly, you should return to the hotel with your bodyguards and get some rest. We have to get it out by tonight so that we won't delay the process further." She knew he was worried that Tristan might get greedy. After all, it would be hard to be selfless when the treasure was right in front of him. Holly reminded him, "Please take care of yourself." Hunter said with a smile, "Don't worry. I have many men with me." She looked at the bodyguards he had brought. There were at least ten of them, and they were all specially trained and great at combat. It was pointless for her to stay there, so she left.

It was an awful feeling. I could barely speak without gritting my teeth. "Stop messing with me… I'm just a security guard. If my superior finds out, I could lose my job." Ms. Bombshell chuckled. She wrapped her hand around my manhood through my pants, gently squeezing it. "Think about it, Mr. Ziegler. Do you want me to give you a hand, or would you rather keep your boring job?" Her hand was small, but her grip was frightening. I found myself slowly melting away in her grasp.

Two massive guards stood there, holding modified shotguns. "Toll?" The guard grunted, blocking the path. Jackson stepped into the dim light. His tuxedo was shredded, his face bruised. But his eyes were terrifying. "I am Jackson Sterling," he said calmly. "And I don't have time for tolls." The guard squinted. Then he laughed. "The Billionaire? On the TV news? I heard you blew yourself up. You got cash, dead man?" "I have something better," Kael stepped out from behind Jackson.

Her hyper-fixation on the omega's safety has reached an unbearable peak; she refuses to let him traverse the Silvermoon Capital without an elite vanguard flanking his path, every guardian personally vetted and blood-sworn by the old king Joseph Jackson. Kim Jackson, the freshly appointed pack guardian commander, pulls the heavy iron door open. Jone steps out onto the stone courtyard, his heavy leather combat boots striking the pavement with a sharp, resonant thud as he strides directly toward the administrative wing. His broad shoulders are square beneath a tailored obsidian hunting vest, his hips swinging with a deliberate, masculine alpha-challenging stride that draws every eye in the gran

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”

blue is really his colour. “I've shared the file with you. Look through it and find your partner.” I watch as he turns to the white board, raises his hand and starts writing something down. The fabric at his wrist slips away, revealing the small gold watch he wears there and more expanse of delicious skin. I really have to get myself together. I open my phone, d******d the file and skim through. Jackson, there it is. Paired with a McShaw. Who's McShaw?