Novel & Cerita Old Guardians

Just the man I saved—and the man who was currently breaking my heart. ​"What are you doing here, Mr. Cromwell?" I asked, my voice trembling. "The 'Legacy' is inside." ​"The Legacy is a lie," he said, taking a step into the moonlight. "And you shouldn't be talking to Velez. He’s a vulture, Hannah. He doesn't want your talent. He wants to take the only thing I have left that's real." ​He didn't call me 'Martin.' He didn't mention the footage. He just stood there, the distance between us filled with the things he was too proud to say.

That night, the power would either bring peace to all wolves and supernatural beings or destroy the balance forever. Steve sat on the edge of his bed, hands buried in his hair. He couldn’t risk Gabby falling into the wrong hands. And he couldn’t let her destroy herself either. He stood up quickly and picked up his phone. He scrolled through his contacts until he found a name saved as Elder Leon. Leon was one of the oldest known guardians of the Wolf Lineage He presses the called button. The line rang twice before a deep, tired voice answered. “Steve Hawkins. I thought you forgot about this old man"

"That's your proof. You're questioning what I just said. I heard the Guardians speaking the other day. The Guardians were very powerful back in the day, but it wasn't the Obsidians who tried to kill their children. It was the Guardians- they're here to destroy the superior species, not protect them. Dad, you, and I are all in danger if they're around. Now, please, listen to me, pack up everything important and let me get us out of here." Knight stares at me wide-eyed. Not that it's a surprise. He's really the same as our mom- naive, weak, and too trusting. Like our mother, Knight believes in anything that makes even a little sense. He fails to see things for what they are. They're both insan

“In fact, Old Mitapa is about to step down as First Guardian. A younger spider will take his place. Such is the forest’s preference for youthful energy. Don’t get it myself.” Maurice stepped closer to me and turned his head as if peering over my shoulder. “Three days from retirement,” he whispered. “Classic death flag.” “Our Elder has gone with the other forest leaders to select his replacement. They should be back soon. Perhaps they can help you reclaim your mates.”

“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.

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.

My old bones complained as I hurried down the stone steps, my only light a small crystal that glowed blue in my palm. For eighty years, I had served as Elder of the Blood Moon Pack, keeper of our most dangerous secrets. Only three people knew about this secret chamber beneath the pack house. Charles, Seraphina, and me. At the bottom of the stairs, I pressed my hand against the stone door. It recognized my touch and slid open. "Finally," Orion Blackwood said, rising from where he sat against the wall. "I've been waiting for hours." "The Guardians are everywhere," I told him, closing the door behind us. "Luther has convinced them that Charles is the traitor."

Thorne screamed, catching me before I hit the ground. ​The Sentinel began to move toward us, each step a thunderclap that shook the very foundations of the Scrapyard. It was the last ghost of the Old World, a guardian of a harvest that no longer existed, and it was coming to erase the new world before it could even take its first breath. ​Thorne pulled me behind a rusted bulkhead, his pulse rifle raised, his jaw set in a line of grim, suicidal defiance. ​Silas, get that beacon off! Thorne roared. You’re calling it right to us!

An old man, his hair white as ash, his eyes glowing faintly blue. Racheal’s breath caught. She didn’t know him, but her bonds reacted violently—the golden thread inside her tightened, and the crimson one snarled. Both Damon and Lucas stepped in front of her at once. “Who are you?” Damon demanded, his voice like steel. The old man raised his hands slowly. “Not an enemy,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of something ancient. “I am the Keeper of the Broken Oaths. And if you wish to survive the hunter’s return, you will need to hear what I know.”

Dark said “Why? Do you know anyone who died? ” Trans asked No response from Dark. Instead, Dark put the Black Card on the table and went directly to the restroom. Dark immediately removed his undergarments. After that, he opened the shower. The cool water's out of the shower. Dark closes his eyes. Another friend has threatened to say goodbye. Next month, their team and the whole university will probably be in mourning. ********** Lucian, Alexa and their granny are having breakfast. Their grandmother was also a former guardian, she was known throughout their lot at the time. But despite her popularity, she chose to settle down. She also served humanity for thousands of years.