Naga Guardian Novels & Stories

said the man. "Just a little. Ten. " Dark said plainly. "Fine, you can still come here and help me." Trans sighed. "I'll help you, don't worry," Dark added Dark turned to his watch. 'It's time.' Dark stood up, took his gloves and coat from the drawer and put them on. Death Guardian Invisibility Coat serves as their protection to normal people's eyes. The only people who can see them are people who have died and are called people with strange abilities or a third eye.

I asked. “We tracked her going south and then we lost her.” One of the guardian wolves replied. I headed out from her house, trying desperately to get a feeling for where she was. I could feel nothing. Although wolves could cut each other off from communicating, we could always typically feel the wolves. This was especially true for mates and guardian wolves. A guardian wolf always knew where their red wolf was, even if the red wolf cut off communication. I didn’t get the sense that she was hurt, but the fact that I could not feel her scared me. That meant she might not be safe.

The final clash was coming, and the Guardians were ready. The air between the two sides crackled, heavy with energy, fire, and shadow. The men—Gunner, Tyler, Ben, and Thorne—kept the shadows pinned, their strength a wall of determination, but now the Guardians turned their attention fully to the master of evil. NaKoa prowled forward, low growl vibrating in her chest, muscles coiled for strike. Every movement precise, predatory, eyes locked on the master. Maggie loomed behind her, wings unfurling with a rush of wind, claws scraping the stone floor as she circled, flames licking the edges of her scales.

But the silver shackles keep him caged deep within me, much like very single being trapped here, pure instinct reduced to a faint growl in the back of my consciousness. The first guard stops abruptly, making me stumble to a halt. Ahead was a larger cage, standing apart from the others. Inside I notice three shifters,.. wolves, judging by their scent,… but they’re so beaten and frail it was hard to tell. “This one goes here,” the first guard says, motioning to the cage. “No,” I snarl, struggling against their grip. The other guard presses a button on a device strapped to his belt, and the collar activates again. The pain is excruciating, but still I refuse to scream. Not here. Not in front of

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

“Marcus, take Team Alpha and cover the southern border along the river. If they have a boat waiting, cut them off. Team Bravo, take the old logging road and the eastern ridge. Look for vehicle tracks. The rest of you, cover every single inch of this estate and the immediate perimeter. No stone left unturned. No corner left unchecked. Report anything—tracks, scents, broken twigs, anything. We will bring her home tonight, or we will die trying.” A collective, low growl rippled through the Guardians. They nodded in unison, splitting into their designated teams with practiced, lethal efficiency. Within seconds, the hall emptied, leaving only Nathan and a small, select group of trackers by my sid

“I experience strain when the wards are tested, satisfaction when they hold firm. But hurt, as you understand it, requires a self to be hurt. I am not certain I possess such a thing anymore.” “That is sad,” the girl said simply. “Perhaps,” the Guardian agreed. “Or perhaps it is necessary. I maintain protection for three thousand souls across twelve territories. Individual consciousness would be insufficient for that task. I became what was needed.” Maya placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Come. We should let the Guardian rest.” “I do not rest,” the Guardian said, its voice carrying a faint echo that might have been amusement. “But I appreciate the visit. Interaction with bonded wolves

He noticed her tall, willowy frame, the light smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and her naturally long eyelashes. And he felt his fists clenching as he also noticed the scrapes marring her milky white skin along her chin and nose. His rage built inside him to see the large and already bruising knot on her forehead, and the pain and fear showing in those amazing eyes. He was suddenly obsessed with finding whoever had hurt her so he could strangle them with his bare hands. Swallowing down his unexpected anger took every bit of self-control Pete Jenkins possessed, and he knew at that moment that he would, without question, be willing to die to protect her if that’s what it took

“... Since we all know how many lives Fafnir has taken I suggest not attacking her even if you have a powerful weapon and armor. The forest is large enough for everyone as per our tradition. Let THE HUNT begin!!” She was about to open the gates when she saw a few of her fighters among the crowd. They were known as The Forest Guardians, people who have large mana pools and were hand picked by Odagaia herself, tasked to defend the forest from intruders who try to destroy or steal within the forest. “Oh my! What a surprise! The Guardians have returned. Who would’ve thought that this many of you would still be alive” She spoke sarcastically. Everyone moved to the side leaving the group all alone

“You smell like the bear, but you can’t be him. So, who are you and why are you here?” “Why can’t I be him?” Bjorn asks. Nigel scoffs. “If you were him, you’d look like this,” he says, gesturing to his scarred body. “Ahh, yes, well, I did look like that. Then, my daughter Hope took me and my daughters to the fae lands. The queen there is a Guardian, you’ve heard of the Guardians?” he asks. Nigel glances at me and Carlos, then back to Bjorn. “All wolves know of the Guardians.”