Jack Frost Guardians Novels & Stories

Seeing the triplets’ glares, Natasha grabbed Vince and said, “Let’s go, Vince, before you find a stake in your chest!” Bronx cracked a smile at her comment and yelled at their retreating forms, “Focus on figuring out how we are going to fill the remainder of the protection team!” Hearing this, I giggled at the similarity of the plan to select more Guardian Knights to the movie Lord of the Rings where a group of very different people banded together to protect Frodo…oh Goddess, I am Frodo. Still chuckling internally, I admitted to myself I was short enough for the role. “What’s so funny, babe?” Benji smiled at the amused look on my face. I explained to them my internal joke and then saw their

— Little one, let's not fight! —I'm not fighting. Who's fighting here? You Spok? The little one barked and started running around. — Okay ! Can we visit our waterfall? You don't want to be walking in the woods at night, do you? — No problem. I have a bodyguard to protect me— she said, throwing herself on my lap and wrapping her legs around my waist. —You sure do. *** Laura Anthony

“Thanks Alpha Frankie, that means a lot coming from you.” Cheers erupted around the training grounds and we all looked around to see that more than just our little group had gathered. “So you asked for something to do, and I think I have just the thing. You know that my mom actually has two guards, just that Emily is her main guard?” Frankie questioned Jonas. “Yeah, she has Emily but if things get really intense she has Beni too,” Jonas replied with a look of confusion. “Well Nikki has Maisey already as her main personal guard, but a second hasn’t been chosen, until now if you want the position,” Frankie replied with a knowing grin on his face. Jonas’s eyes went wide like saucers with excite

He asks, looking at me with a smirk on his face. The doctor is checking all my vitals and looking over the machines hooked to me. “Yes, our Guardian will live.” He says. “One of.” I say. He turns and looks at me, frowning. “What’s that?” “One of our Guardians. Lily is a Guardian too and apparently, she is the only one that is immune to wolfsbane.” He looks back at Lily and the frown he gives her makes me think he’s put out that he doesn’t know why she’s immune to wolfsbane.

All four of us spun ata the same time. Three shapes emerged from the tree line. Twisted half-formed creatures with elongated limbs and hollow glowing eyes, their jaws splitting too wide as they smiled with rows of needle teeth. Herald guardians. Waiting in ambush. Jaxon’s grin came instantly. Feral. Finally genuine. “Well.” he said, drawing both blades. “Now it feels like home.” The first creature lunged. And the clearing exploded into violence.

She thought that with a particular, quiet fierceness that was not grief but lived right next door to it. She placed the first charge. Then she heard it. A sound she had not heard before on this rooftop, rhythmic, mechanical, deliberate. She turned her head. Moving along the far edge of the roof, emerging from a concealed maintenance bay, were three guardian units in formation. But they were not moving toward the spire. They were moving toward the roof access hatch. Toward Jax and Tank. "Dax," she said. "I see them." "They are not coming for us."

I smiled anyway; it was his best trait. "Yeah, yeah. Love you too, asshole. Out in a minute." I ended the call and pressed the cold glass of the phone to my brow. Jax was solid. He was the best defensive enforcer on the ice and in the woods. But he might not be so thrilled when he realized we were helping a wolf from the Castillo bloodline.

"I want to take this time to remember our mother... Luna Anya Gayly Frost." A heavy, emotional hush swept the stands. Off to the side, Maddox closed his eyes and bowed his head, while Reagan instinctively reached for Xander's hand, threading her fingers tightly through his. "This festival was the one time of year where she shone her brightest," Zyan continued. A raw, aching tenderness bled into his authoritative tone as he remembered her laughter during the games, and how easily she drew the pack together. "The past eight months have been incredibly hard on the Frost Pack. Our family alone suffered a devastating loss."

It looked like a promising place to start, Julian decided as Luther pulled into the motel only ten buildings away. "Another bloody defeat," Vic muttered, his displeasure giving even more bite to his British accent. "Gwen Frost, you couldn't kil a Reaper to save your bloody life. " I narrowed my own eyes and glared at Vic, hoping he would get the message to shut up already before Logan and the others heard him. I didn't want to advertise the fact that I had a talking sword. I didn't want to advertise a lot of things about myself. Not at Mythos.

Frost looked away, eyes dimming. He saw her again. Jenny. Her lips trembling. Her hand brushing his cheek like she didn’t hate him for who he was. The look in her eyes when she kissed him back... "He tried to hurt my friends," Frost said flatly. "And I don’t let that slide." "Alright. Fire, Sage, and I go undercover tomorrow. You’ll work with Scylla, Thayla, and Lyra." Frost groaned. "I'd rather shoot myself. You know what those daughters of Jezebel become when they're together. Drama, seduction, disaster—I’m not doing it."