Old Guardians Novels & Stories

We’re laughing when I catch the scent of cigarette smoke. I feel Clint tense up before we both turn and see him standing at the corner of the packhouse. My father. He tosses the cigarette to the ground and begins walking over to us. Clint steps in front of me and snarls. “You shouldn’t be here Aaron.” He ignores Clint and looks directly at me. “So, you’re a Guardian. How long have you known?” “Long enough.” I say. Clint has wrapped his arm behind him, pulling me into his back, blocking my father from me.

Now tell me who among us is the most sinful person? The two elders brought out their rage toward each other. "Could the both of you stop!" KEZTOR elder Walter grandfather of Warg yelled at them. "You're supposed to be here to solve our problem. According to the report the Guardian who guarding the portal been killed. And now the portal has been sealed and no witch could ever know what kind of spell that someone used to close the portal. Haven't you thought that maybe a new enemy is hiding somewhere? Walter said then all of the elders look at him.

Making my way along the long line of kennel-like structures, there’s not a single shifter left with the strength to howl loud enough for Chief Marcus to hear all the way at his lavish office. Last time we saw a free shifter within the barrier is over a week ago. Noah, our second in command and younger brother to Chief Marcus, shot it down. The female wolf in her mid-fifties was almost as skinny as the ones we have in holding right here. I doubt she would’ve been howling at the moon had she survived.

“Zidane Gould, I heard you were incredibly close to Hunter Dodd long ago. And it seems to ring true, huh?” Beads of cold sweat slid down from Zidane’s head as he questioned grimly, “Guardian Odele, Hunter’s tendons are all crushed. Why must you insist on killing him?” The middle-aged man with a crew cut was Guardian Odele, one of Eden Joy’s five guardians. “Hah, do you think Eden Joy is somewhere you can come and go as you wish?” Guardian Odele smirked unnervingly. “Since you’re here too, I’ll kill you as well lest others dare share similar thoughts!”

They tried everything to persuade him, but the old man would not budge. "Quiet! Don't spout such nonsense. It's disrespectful to the Three Immortal Guardians," the old man whispered with a mischievous glint in his eye. They were in Peakview Mountain, under the strict surveillance of the Trio Alliance Club. Every word, every move was being watched. "Screw the Immortal Guardians. They're just fairy tales, invented to scam people out of their money," the old man's family finally lost their composure. Life had been a roller coaster ever since the old man got mixed up with the Trio Alliance Club.

Relief and awe twisted inside me until I couldn’t breathe. The old man’s shape wavered in the fog, his voice a low snarl. “You’ve doomed us all, child.” But for the first time since I’d been dragged into this nightmare, I didn’t feel small. I didn’t feel helpless. Because I wasn’t alone anymore. My guardians had returned. The old man’s snarl tore through the air, guttural and hateful. “You didn’t have to do this.” His hand lifted, fingers curling, and invisible force slammed into me like a storm.

"My name is Gideon Salvatore. I am the Warden of the First Forest, and I have come to reclaim my grandchild." Elena’s breath hitched in her throat. Grandfather. The stories her father had whispered to her in the dark before his death—the tales of a legendary guardian who had stayed behind in the deep outlands to keep the ancient thresholds sealed—were not myths. He was alive. And he had tracked her through the spiritual ripples of her awakening. "Gideon," Trevor hissed, his grey eyes narrowing as a sudden, rare spark of genuine recognition flashed across his features. "The rogue elder who vanished during the Great Purge. You are three hundred years too late to save this girl's crown."

"Darling, our entire Ironspike pack is deeply heartbroken over Bentley's accident. But we are absolutely not people who go back on our word. We will never easily back out of an agreed-upon marriage. Just let my granddaughter move over there. Even if Bentley can never return to his wolf form in this lifetime, it doesn't matter. She can serve him at his bedside like a servant for the rest of his life." "That won't be necessary! That granddaughter of yours carries a sinister curse! Otherwise, why would he get into a car crash at this exact, critical moment? We don't need to beat around the bush anymore. Blue Night isn't some garbage dump that takes in any piece of trash! If you truly treasured

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth before disappearing almost instantly. “It won’t last.” I hated how relieved that tiny expression made me feel. I crossed my arms. “Fine. Kael. Start talking.” The wind shifted between us, colder now. “You know the story they tell about the Guardians?” he asked. I nodded slowly. “They’re chosen to protect the balance between creation and ruin.” “That’s the version meant for children.” Something uneasy twisted in my stomach. “What’s the real version?” Kael’s gaze lifted to mine again. “The Guardians were never meant to destroy ruin,” he said quietly. “They were created to contain it.”

His English has an accent as he greets us. Adam makes the introduction. “This is Johannes Mond. Johannes, this is Robert Montgomery and Morris Wolfguard. They are the Alphas of the two wolf packs mine has allied with. "We don’t want to waste your time, so could you please share with us what you mentioned in your email?”