Old Guardians Mga Nobela at Kwento

The land shook and the skies parted to give way to the combatants’ battlefield. "What a lunatic!" The old man who scolded Uwyn muttered. Beads of sweat were freely running down his brows. If that boy would dared engage the guardian of the tombs in combat, then he was likely also an immortal himself. "I almost died." The old man whispered and didn't intend to watch the fight to its conclusion. Only fools would tempt fate a second time. "WHOOSH!" his figure blossomed in a dazzling ray as it pierced the horizon, away from this heated situation.

my uncle ordered in a harsh voice. Of course I didn't want to forfeit my rightful place as the Alpha of the pack. My father, Peter Freling was the former Alpha of the Lunar dusk pack before he died. It has been the largest and most powerful of all the packs in the south region. We have the largest economy, compared to the other packs around.

my mom’s voice came through the other end holding anguish and worry within her words, causing a chill to run down my spine. At that moment, Pearl walked into the room looking every bit the descendant of the Moon Goddess herself and directed, “Change of plans, Guardians, you go home NOW, parts of the prophecy have sped up and she will need you near her more now than ever.” With a nod her direction, we all kicked into gear grabbing our things in a rush to pack. We hadn’t selected other members of her protection team yet but for now, all that mattered was that we made it home as soon as possible.

"They were brought by my adoptive father from his last travel before he died years ago." "Tivona, I'm sorry that I brought up such a subject..." The younger looked at her and strained a smile. "You're bound to know it anyway. My father is also a firm believer of the guardians, said that they exist for a reason: to protect the last secrets of humanity: secrets that are supposed to remain buried in the sand." "And you?" "For a time, I believed him too, we are a small village, we barely get any action other than disputes against members and from other villages, but other than that, we are practically secretive that we rarely interact with the others save for our neighbour for basic necessities.

The guards halted and the Elders gasped. “An Omega?”

Adam's POV "I'm afraid I have to leave so early," The old man before me spoke, a smile on his face. He was one of the oldest partners of the Stone foundation, Gerald Oslow. Quite the hilarious man. He had made time to come for the party despite his old age and weak body.

"Listen, Jens. It’s easy to earn Doomsday's major general token because the army a major general controls isn’t as destructive, and that’s why the five elders turned a blind eye instead of going all out to fight with you. After all, Doomsday needs a major general. But lieutenant generals and generals are Doomsday's lifeline. The ten elders are responsible for the lives of 108 Yorks Strongholds’ villagers, so they’ll do their best and won’t go easy on you.” Baby Robbie breathed a sigh of relief when he heard what he said. His tensed expression eased up as he flashed Jenson a smile. Jenson… looked just like a man-eating tiger that was ready to slaughter. Jenson said stubbornly, "I’m willing to

the old man retorts, his tone cold and calculating. “Old man, it’s your birthday, right?” Hollis interrupts, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Let’s not forget my father’s last will and testament,” Hollis said, leaving me standing and walking towards the old man who was sitting in the corner, his face turning pale. “Do you need me to remind you of what is stated in the will or the conditions that must be met before any transfer of ownership can happen?” Hollis asks, his voice dripping with authority. The old man’s eyes widen in realization as Hollis leans in closer, making it clear that he holds all the cards in this high-stakes game of inheritance. “You are only the guardian of the estate u

"The elders are the original beings who created the guardian system centuries ago. They're not werewolves, not human, not anything we have names for. They just exist between realms, maintaining the balance, making sure the portals remain hidden and protected." "And they're dangerous?" "They're absolute. When they make a decision, there's no appeal, no mercy, no second chances." Luna turns to face me, her expression haunted. "Mariah's great-grandmother learned that the hard way." My blood chills. "What happened to her?" "She was the second generation guardian of the Chicago portal. Powerful, dedicated, everything the elders wanted in a protector." Luna sits down on my couch, her shoulders sag