Novel & Cerita Old Guardians

The girl whose blood was his blood. He should have killed her when she was born. The doors burst open again. A scout stumbled in, his face ashen. "Alpha. There's something you need to see." "What?" "The Old Guard. They're real. I saw them myself. " I tracked them from the farmhouse to the base of the spine mountains. But they didn't climb. They vanished right into the solid rock. Like a door that wasn't there." Sterling's mind raced. The Old Guard. The ancient wolves who had refused the Council's corruption. They had been hiding for a thousand years. And they'd taken her.

“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!”

With faces etched with deep concern, they urgently made their way to his quarters, swarmed by worry for their long-lost hero. Arriving at the entrance, the elders were met by the guards stationed there. The guards, faithful and dutiful in their duties, attempted to convey that Gamma Phenrix was still in a state of repose. However, their words fell upon deaf ears as the elders were consumed by an insatiable curiosity that surpassed any control over their senses. Disregarding the guards' pleas for patience, the elders hastened their steps, determined to see with their own eyes that their prodigal savior had indeed returned.

It's a double edged sword, she will be surrounded by Elite Warriors and The Old Guard, but if Kendrick has people on the inside, it is most likely they will be in or around the pack house, the epicentre of our territory. All it took was for us to call a pack gathering and confirm what everyone felt when we bonded with their Luna, for us to have a volunteer army at our back, ready to rescue her. The Old Guard are warriors from when our father was Alpha. They are what sets us above the rest. Specialists in their fields, experienced in battle and fiercely loyal. They train our Elite Warriors and their combined force is second to none.

Chapter 18 POV: Lamina Darkwood “Luna Lamina, Elder Courdamus is here.” The guard outside the study room announced. From the paper she was looking at, her gaze moved towards the closed door. “Let him in,” she coldly answered and instantly put the papers inside her table’s drawer. The door banged open, and an old man entered. He was Elder Courdamus, one of the members of the Were Elders Council and the eldest wolf in their pack.

Rik says, “how about we convene in one of our conference rooms. We all move into the room and I pull Angel into my lap. She gives me an exasperated look, but when I don’t budge, she settles back against me with a heavy sigh. “Everyone, this is my son, Aolis.” A young man maybe 9-10 years old nods his head. “He is here to begin learning how we chronicle the Guardian history, so that he may take it over when he’s older." I notice the kid made sure he sat next to Cara. Weird. These Fae men have a thing for our Guardians. I’m not taking any chances with my mate this weekend.

Agolf did, leading the way as Draken fell into step beside him, hoping it’d be good news. TBC. Note: Oldborns are the elders.

" After hearing that, I felt a chill run down my spine. Westside had long been deserted, with barely any streetlights left. The dark alleys looked like open mouths waiting to swallow anything that stepped inside. And now, Lucy was there. A young woman, going alone to meet a stranger… If something went wrong… I tightened my grip on the flashlight and snapped at the students, "Alright, enough. Get back to your dorm. And don't let me catch you climbing walls again! You'll receive more than a warning next time!" They scrambled away into the darkness, disappearing in a panic. I turned back to the security room and immediately called Elaine. It didn't take long before she fled over. "Mr. Ziegler,

What clawed at him wasn’t power—it was the silence that came later, when the penthouse emptied and only the echo of all this remained. Three years ago, Marcus Hale had filled that silence. His best friend, his lover, the only person Adrien had let inside. Until Marcus had sold him out—leaking secrets that almost gutted Cross Enterprises. Adrien had rebuilt, bigger and sharper, from scratch again but he had buried trust with Marcus. Love was a trap. Affection was a weakness. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. He sipped his scotch, it burned him on his throat . His gaze caught movement at the entrance. Evelyn. His stepmother.

He is protected by glyphs, steel, and the ferocity of two parents who would raze the world before letting him be taken. The Forgotten Ancient guardians who once served the Original wolves, bound by oath to the bloodline that birthed Lily. Exiled to the shadows when their masters were believed extinct, they returned only when Lily’s awakening summoned them. Silent, silver-eyed, and draped in ash cloaks, they do not speak, but obey her without question. They are feared by most, respected by few, and loyal to one. The Elder Council