Old Guardians Novels & Stories

As they speeded up their car two more cars started following them. "Richiamati" (Call our back up) one single word and the guard at the back seat started his job. He took out a big gun but waited for Myra's order. Myra was not interested in opening the fire as the road was crowded with public. Killing innocents was never her choice. Chased by the cars she drove harshly and connected her call to Arthur. Yes. The only one whom she could call. If it was a trick to divert their attention then before another attack broke in her house she needed to alert Arthur.

“On everyone. They want territory from coast to inland.” Ghost leaned over the table. “So tell me what you see.” Luca hesitated, eyes flicking up to meet his. But then he exhaled, rolling his shoulders and letting the strategist he used to be take over. “They’re using decoys,” Luca said, pointing to a cluster of abandoned warehouses. “Half these sightings are planted. They’re protecting something bigger.” “The pipeline rumor,” Ghost said. “Exactly.” For the next ten minutes they spoke like they used to fast, focused, deadly. Ghost almost forgot the last two years. The pain. The funeral.

The guardians, too, seemed impressed, their glowing eyes widening slightly. But the trial was far from over. The guardians led them to a second test, this time one that involved solving an ancient riddle etched into the surface of a towering stone monolith. The riddle was complex, its meaning obscured by layers of symbolism and allegory. The clues were subtle, requiring keen observation and an intuitive understanding of ancient lore. It was Ronan, with his sharp intellect and his vast knowledge of ancient cultures, who eventually cracked the code. He deciphered the riddle, unlocking a hidden passage behind the monolith.

Felius asked trying to make sense of what just happened. The entire room sat in shock trying to figure out what was going on, but Swan broke her silence. "My grandmother, Gertrude saw this coming. The G*****a Guardians have risen and it looks like Katie is one of them along with Oliver and Marlo. There will be many others from all over the world. The guardians each have a gift. I see that Katie can vanish between space and time. Just be prepared for the rise of a direct descendant of Queen Lenora,” Swan said allowing her tears to fall.

Clara:(neutral)" Oh ,I understand now." Back to story.. old man:(happy)" It's okay, now we will follow you and your every orders my lord." Clara:(neutral)" I will be leaving for my country tomorrow morning..." old man:(neutral)" Don't worry there will be always two bodyguards with you.. I'm gamma my sons will go with you. If anything happens to alpha we will hurry to you." Clara:(happy)" No need for sending your sons, I have Oscar with me ." old man:(sad)" Don't that vampire lord blindly, you're special...he will use your powers in a wrong way."

Gunner moves his hips back and forth, pretending he is spanking something in front of him, while making a high pitch moaning sound, “Oh, Kill… You hot alpha heir who is madly smitten by me…Yeah, pump my wolf out of me and make me your Luna…” He looks and sounds so comical doing it that I have a hard time holding my laughter when my dad and his beta open the front doors to the pick-up truck. Making Gunner and me stand in attention and swallow our laughter. The two doors behind them open, too. Revealing, no other than Gio and his mom, Vilma. The Guardians. Members of the wolf blood council. What are they doing here? “What are you guys doing here just standing like idiots?” My dad, ladies and g

The guardians of the Agora secret family, are the trump card, she was shocked to see them all here. “Leave us,” she told Butler Bass, who was reluctant to, but, he bit the bullet and left, shutting the door. One of the guardians sealed the room, to prevent someone from outside to hear what they wanted to discuss. Revealing his face, a charming handsome face, that contradicts his age, the age of the Guardians together, could be almost a thousand, they have lived that much. “Vanessa, you must have known why we are here,” one of them said in a deep hoarse voice.

One of the elders hedged, his wild yellow eyes fitting over my face as he straightened the hunch on his back, the air of trepidation circling him like a tornado. Gallagher Strumwater. One of our attack elders who looked deceptively frail. I’d seen him take out a hundred thousand of the infected horde before with just a single swipe of the scythe he kept hidden in his robe. He was one of the wolves even an Alpha didn't dare cross. “You have made an enemy of the west, you fools. We can only hope our fortress can handle the commander’s wrath.” the hunchbacked elder cursed, shooting me a look filled with malice before sneering at the woman in my arms.

– the guardians say, closing the door. - May the gods welcome you with open arms, Guardians. – is the last thing they hear before the door is locked and the tapestry is replaced, covering the door. The guardians slowly crawl into one of the rooms and sit in comfortable armchairs in a circle. - It seems our time has come, brothers. – the guardian of truth says, looking at his companions. - Honestly, I never expected to enter the 21st century alive. – the guardian of secrets says. Sanguinarius, smile at everyone.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o