My Five Guardian Dads Novels & Stories

" My father said with a slick smile. What the hell is happening to me. I feel nothing but pain all around my body. "Don't be so dramatic Xander you'll pass out soon enough." Penny said, looking down at me. "Why are you doing this? What is happening to me?" I tried to keep my breathing even but it wasn't working. "Because your sister doesn't deserve to be queen, that belongs to me, my throne and my people. She has mingled with witches and wolves and disgraced all vampires! We are meant to be at the top, reigning over everyone and I fully intend on doing just that." My father snarled. "They all live in peace! No fighting, no hating! Why can't you just accept that. You don't even have guardians

Driven out into the unclaimed territories where rogues hunted anything that moved. I tugged my father's old canvas jacket tighter as I cut through the market square. The zipper had been broken since winter, but it was his. He'd been a Guardian. Twelve years patrolling the eastern border, until a rogue ambush took him and my mother both. Three months ago. Without Dad, Cleo and I were just two omegas with no protector and no value to anyone. Cleo was four. She drew pictures of our family every day with the same three crayons — blue, yellow, and pink. She still asked me every night when Mommy and Daddy were coming home, and every night I told her they were watching us from the stars.

But I know my mother has some information on Alpha Wyatt. “We should bring our mothers into this call,” I say. “Agreed. Let’s take a break and reconvene in about five minutes with our moms,” Emerson says. ‘Mother, can you join me in my office?’ I send the mind link to my mother. My mother was the first Guardian born from two Guardians. There were only ever two Guardians in existence at one time before her generation. But now, in our generation, our families have birthed several. Well, Malin’s family birthed several. My parents only had Lily to carry on the Guardian line and Emerson’s parents only had Emlyn and Riley to carry on the Guardian line. Malin’s parents though…well, I’m thankful the

She’s still waiting. When my dad died, his friend volunteered to look after us. He called himself our guardian. That was Ricky’s father—Rick the Slick, heir to a dodgy fortune. He was cute the way a baby gator is cute. But I didn’t mind the nasty side of Ricky. I liked his carefree life, his infectious laughter, and his hands on my waist like he thought he was holding something fragile.

“I hope this is the end of that man with the dogs. He’s from the Hacks family and if anything bad happens to him, what are we going to do? “Besides, your grandfather will surely put the blame on us.” Kaze replied to her, “Don’t worry, Mom. I know what I’m doing. That man won’t die.” Little did everyone know, Agnes jinxed it. That night, after the members of the Guardians finished dinner, which was the dog stew, they went back to Corestone. They used to guard prominent figures, such as elders of the cabinet and ministers of different departments. Spending a few days to protect Kaze and his family was considered something new.

However, as I held the cold phone and looked at the crowded contact list, I still didn’t dare make the call. After all, I had ninety-nine dads. Dad Number One was a mob boss. Dad Number Three smuggled weapons. Dad Number Fifteen ran illegal loan operations. And Dad Number Seventy-Eight owned underground casinos… Even though they always loved giving me black cards, patting my head, and saying, “Ariel, behave. But if something happens, you call us immediately. Whoever dares touch even one finger of yours, I’ll make their whole family disappear from this earth.”

my father nods. “The trackers I sent after the snipers?” “Only one of them, Zeke. Four warriors: Damien, Will, Eva, John, the young boy, and Gamma Page,” Father sighs with slumped shoulders. The beeping sound from the machine speeds up, showing my heart reacting to my emotions. My chest is too small for my lungs. I can’t seem to breathe.

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 can’t help the smile that spill free but it doesn’t last long as my eyes lands on. Guards. Everywhere. An insane number of them. Lining the gates. Standing by the cars. Positioned at every possible exit like I’m some high-profile criminal under house arrest. My stomach drops. Slowly, I turn on my heel and storm back inside, my heart pounding. "What the hell is this?" I demand, glaring at my father. He doesn’t even look up from his coffee. "Insurance." Dad answered. "Insurance?" I laugh bitterly, shaking my head. "This is a goddamn prison!"

My fingers tightened around the glass’ stem, and that throbbing ache had returned to my gut. “I still find the age difference a little disconcerting,” Mom was saying, “Which is why I simply wanted to know if they’re getting any more serious.” “His daughter’s been in a coma,” Dad answered. “I doubt Lanie and Andrew have had much time to talk about their relationship.” I couldn’t take it any longer. “That’s right,” I cut in. “We really haven’t had that much time. Oh, hey, does that footbath you gave me need batteries? Or do you just plug it into an outlet?”