Jack Frost El Origen De Los Guardianes Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It is very beautiful. A firebird egg. I always knew that your spirit was strong. I can feel your soul in the egg, so full of potential. You will be the kindest goddess of all.” “And you will be the crankiest Father Frost the world has ever known.” Morozko laughed. “There is already a Father Frost. It is Jack Frost in English, technically. Like that awful Soviet film. There is already a Big Frost and he is Ded Moroz.”

Felius asked trying to make sense of what just happened. The entire room sat in shock trying to figure out what was going on, but Swan broke her silence. "My grandmother, Gertrude saw this coming. The G*****a Guardians have risen and it looks like Katie is one of them along with Oliver and Marlo. There will be many others from all over the world. The guardians each have a gift. I see that Katie can vanish between space and time. Just be prepared for the rise of a direct descendant of Queen Lenora,” Swan said allowing her tears to fall.

She wasn’t afraid. She was listening. Lillian took another step forward. “Who are you?” The wolf’s pale eyes flickered with something ancient, something knowing. The voice rumbled again—this time, not just in her mind, but in the air around them. "I am Fenros, last of the Celestial Guardians." Aedric stiffened. He knew that name. Legends spoke of the Celestial Guardians—ancient wolves blessed by the Moon Goddess, protectors of the first Moonborn. But they had vanished long ago.

In their iron arms, heavy, integrated frost cannons buzzed, those who lighted up in the cold violet. “Kryo Guardians!” Logan shouted and took a step back, his kinetic torch flickered nervous. “Your shots immediately take away from the atoms any Move! When they meet you, your blood solidifies in a fraction of a second!" The guards did not hesitate. The frost cannons lighted up. “Jada, behind me!” Cael cried. He threw himself in front of me, pulled his heavy gun up and fired a salve

This time it was a different voice—female, older, carrying the particular cadence of someone used to managing complicated situations. "Dr. Sterling." Not a question. "I'm Elara. I represent the Starborn Council. We need to discuss what you actually are." Raven's grip on the phone tightened. "I'm human." "You're not," Elara replied calmly. "You're a dormant Starborn who's been suppressing her consciousness for seven years. And the man currently dying outside your location is an alpha who bonded with you before you fully suppressed your identity. Which means his survival depends on your cooperation whether you like it or not."

"Which means whatever he's been keeping from you, it's not simply because he's your enemy." I pressed my lips together and said nothing, which Justin apparently took as the closest thing to permission he was going to get. He took a long breath. "I'm not a spy or a traitor," he said. "Not for the Master, not for anyone. What I am is something older than any of that." He paused, gathering himself. "My family belongs to a bloodline called the Guardians. We have served in that role for generations, longer than the current Lycan realm has existed, longer than most of the history anyone in this room has access to. Our duty goes all the way back to Kael and Ivanna."

Callan approached. “Elijah will be here within the next minute or so. There are warriors coming from the closest three packs, though I am not sure that they will add much in this fight.” Callan looked at Anders and I as he spoke. He hated vampires more than anyone I knew, but all that I saw over his face was uncertainty, and that worried me. Callan was the first guardian wolf and he had the best instincts of anyone that I knew. If he was uncertain, well, it was about to be a fuckin mess.

This was the Molecular Deconstruction (the process of tearing atoms apart) that Jun had warned them about. "Elara! Move!" Kazimir grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into her Exosuit (the protective diving suit). "The Origin Key..." Elara whispered, clutching the glowing crystalline artifact to her chest. It was vibrating with a terrifying intensity. "Kaz, it’s talking to me. It knows the Void is here. It’s trying to... to hide us." "Hide us later! Survive now!"

As curious as I am about my ancestor, if I had known it would mean returning to where all my nightmares began, I would have been happy not learning anything about her. “Your abilities have returned, haven’t they? I can sense your energy.” I glance down ruefully at my empty wrist. The day my powers exploded, which was a result of Robert’s and my mating bond, the bracelet shattered. I didn’t realize how convenient that bracelet had made my life. “Yes.” “You must be happy about that.” “It’s taking some getting used to,” I reply, my hand rubbing my wrist. “Are you sure there won’t be a problem with me being here, seeing as I killed my father?”

Legarde turned his back to her and stomped towards the cave, trying to think of the exact moment when he became a Guardian exterminator. Marina yelled back. “You will see why I cower, Legarde.” She chanted a few words, a prayer of sorts to protect her old friend as she headed back to make the barrier. What was in that cave would stay in that cave until there was no guardian magic present.