Sentinel And Guide Novels & Stories

he said quietly, "is the territory where the wolf first appeared in pack history." Charlie leaned in. "Okay, cool. But what is it? A ghost wolf? A spirit guide? A cosmic dog with feelings?" His mouth twitched—almost a smile. Almost. "It's called the Lunaris Sentinel. A guardian spirit. Very few shifters have ever seen it. Even fewer have survived its attention." "Great," Charlie said. "Love that for me." He continued, tone leveling into alpha-serious mode: "It appears only to those who stand between two destinies. A mediator. A hinge. Someone the moon cannot control."

“Thank you so much, Zen! You’re such an angel.” Though Brianna knew that her decision would ruin her life forever, a huge part of her was happy that she would be able to help her mother. That's all that matters to her. Zendy gave her the amount that she needed for the first session of chemotherapy. Brianna filled her lungs with air and hugged her shoulder bag, inside was the check that Zendy gave her. She will go home with a bright smile tonight. *** Senator Phoenix McIntyre was in a meeting together with his running mates for the coming election. It was still a year before the actual election but they were already getting ready. Everything was being planned carefully.

"It was great seeing you again. You take care and stay out of trouble." "I am not the one who needs to stay out of trouble," he said as he walked away, and with that, we both shared a decent laugh. "Well, Sentinels," I said as I raised my hands toward the two newcomers. "If you would please. Our newcomers need to be shown their new home before they become accustomed to how things are done around here." I stepped back a moment as I waited for the Sentinels to swiftly walk forward and stand on either side of our two newcomers. I watched as they each graciously grasped our newcomers by each of their arms, then walked them forward to be able to stand in front of me.

“She’s right, Julian. She understands the enemy’s mindset better than anyone. Your role is Command and Control.” Julian conceded, accepting his new, agonizing role as the vulnerable, stationary target. The Sentinel Group's final mission was set: Julian as the Magnet, Elias as the Blade, Iceland as the Target. Dr. Sharma immediately began preparing the encoded transmission to DeWitt, utilizing the Sentinel Master Key’s capabilities.

When they moved, it sounded like glass grinding against stone. Edward cursed under his breath. “Sentinels.” Aaron’s expression hardened. “Velaris left them to guard the heart.” “Or the heart created them,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. The moment the words left my lips, the Sentinels turned toward us in perfect unison. And then they moved.

"Sure you were." I started walking again, leading her toward a spot where the trees opened up. I wanted to show her the training grounds. From the cliff, we could see several men and women in the distance. They were running on all fours, shifting mid-stride into massive wolves that were the size of small horses. Harriet gasped, grabbing my arm. Her grip was tight. "They are... they are huge." "They are beautiful," I said. "Look at the grey one on the left. That is Silas. He’s a Sentinel. See how he tucked his shoulder when he turned? That is discipline."

Sentinels loitered about, struggling to maintain order. I slowed down, honking for the cars to clear out, but everything kept moving fast and slow at the same. Soon enough, a few sentinels noticed my car, then approached it. I rolled down the window as one of them approached my car. “Beta Caden, you'll have to take the second gate.” He said. “What's going on?” I asked him. “There was an incident,” he replied. I curved my brow at him. “That's all I was told,” he added.

No matter which direction I went, the gray stayed the same. Was I dead? Is this what death felt like? “Selene.” I spun around. A figure was standing behind me. They were tall and wearing robes that seemed to be made of light itself. Their face was hidden in shadow, but their presence felt warm. Safe. “Who are you?” I asked. “A guide.” Their voices were gentle. Neither male nor female. “You’ve fought well, Selene. Across fifteen lifetimes, you’ve never stopped fighting. Never give up. Even when it cost you everything.”

I remained at my desk long after the door clicked shut, staring at the old texts. THE DRACTHARI DO NOT DIE. THEY WAIT. But the Guardians were dead. Could the Sentinels save us?