Jack Frost Guardians Novels & Stories

That felt like a dagger piercing my heart repeatedly. Actually, I am a guardian to a mafia king, Romano Starvo. We called him Lord Romano, but not me. I called him father. He found me on the lying road almost lifeless when I was ten and kept me under his roof. In return, I served him. I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity.

I growled each word, emphasizing that I was ready to kill them if needed. At first, they didn’t do as I said, so to prove my point, I pressed onto the man’s neck that was on the ground. Jerking my hips and leg at the same time, I snapped the man's neck effortlessly. The two guards glanced at each other and then at the others who had just arrived. They looked young, which meant they were likely new to joining Arion’s group. Both guards released Azura and fled the room. I nodded my head at Kellan to let them go, as they weren’t my concern. Azura moved toward me, and I grabbed her in my arms.

Neither deserved that. “Can someone please fucking fill me in on a situation that involves me?” I snapped, annoyed with their back and forth bitching without explaining shit to me. Thad turned his attention from Camden back to me. His face looked lighter as he offered me a sweet smile. “I was going to explain things before he rudely interrupted. I told you that our families were different, Jae. My family are called Guardians. We are drawn to ‘charges’ whom we are tasked to protect. You are my charge. My parents were drawn to you the day we met as someone they were tasked with protecting. It became my duty to protect you after I was initiated this summer. That was why I was so insistent on yo

“But you have to trust me.” Before the boy can respond, a sharp crack echoes through the arena and I turn to see one of the guards aiming a shock baton at us, the device crackling with energy. “Enough stalling!” the guard barks. “Fight, or you both die.” My mind is racing. The boy’s fear is palpable, but there was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes so I release him and slowly stand up straight, my gaze locking with the guard’s. “If you want a fight,” I growl, my voice carrying the weight of my anger, “then come down here and face me yourself.”

Flame explained. “All of you know what’s expected of you. Failure is not an option, think of these wolves as if they are your sisters, mothers, or daughters. We bring them home as each of you finds them. You get your ass’s home this is no time to be a hero.” Phenix said. “There are a few of you that this is your first mission, if you think you’re not ready, then speak now. I don’t want any injuries or deaths. You know what I expect, we aren’t known as the Shadow Guards for nothing. We train and we’re born to protect our kind. No mistakes or there will be consequences.” Phenix finished.

Dressed in black. At first, I registered him only vaguely, until he turned around to face me. My steps slowed. Something about him felt….wrong? The nurse beside me stopped walking. “There he is,” she told me. “Your bodyguard.” My heart skipped once. It was then that he turned fully. And my world tilted. Kade Wolfe. The air punched out of my lungs so hard I almost tripped over myself. No….no way! It can’t…it just can’t be.

"Three broken ribs, a punctured lung we managed to reinflate, and enough blood loss that I would genuinely like an explanation for how you're conscious. Please don't undo my work by moving." "Where am I," Roarke said. His voice came out as gravel. "Somewhere that isn't in any system. Which is the only reason you're alive to ask." She checked a line without looking at him. "Whoever left you in that structure meant for you to bleed out slowly enough to look natural and quickly enough that no one would find you in time. A security guard on an off schedule round found you eleven minutes before, by my estimate, you would have stopped being savable. You should sit with how small that number is."

"You don't get to negotiate this. You're getting in that vehicle, going to the sanctuary. Not coming back until this is resolved." "And if you don't survive long enough for me to reach safety?" "Then I die knowing I gave you the best chance possible. More than I gave you seven years ago." Kade appeared at the garage entrance. "Roads are watched. Darius's people on every exit. Try to leave conventionally, you'll encounter resistance." "Then we don't leave conventionally." Ash opened the vehicle's passenger side. Not a seat—a magical gateway, shimmering distortion in space. "Spirit realm transit. Takes you directly to sanctuary boundary. The Council handles the rest."

"Then you are worthy." We ride back to the Southern Keep, the Sun Blade strapped to my back. It is warm against my spine, a constant reminder of the power I now carry. "The Frost Wolf will sense the blade," the Guardian says. "It will come for you." "Then let it come." We do not have to wait long. Three days later, the ice begins to crack. The ground shakes. The snow splits. From the depths of the earth, a great howl rises. The Frost Wolf is awake.

"I just want five minutes where I don't feel like I’m being watched!" "He isn't there to listen to your thoughts, Jessica," my father said firmly, his Alpha voice starting to edge in. "He’s a guard. He’s there to protect, nothing more. Kaelen, go." I turned my head and looked at Kaelen. He was standing like a statue with that same blank expression I hated. He was looking at a spot on the wall three inches to the left of my head. He wouldn't even give me the satisfaction of a glance.