Sentinel And Guide Novels & Stories

He asked with a smile on his face. “On the contrary sir, we haven't been pulling any stunts. You came in here int9 the headquarters of the entire Sentinel forces and took a hostage of their captain and then pointed a gun at the queen and her court. Permit me to remind you of the sixteenth paragraph of our guidebook.” He said. “The inquisition is a body developed to support the ruling body and in no way disrespect it,”

Father just laughed at the possibility which made me stop from telling them what happened to me. He also stated that he hoped that I wasn’t one of them because he was sure enough that I might not make it through the transition stage. He said that many Sins lost their lives because of this stage wherein the senses begin to magnify and become a thousand times more sensitive compared that of the normal human. He also described that minute felt like hours in the transition stage as I realized what I went through.

The world around her seemed to quiet, the dust settling in the air, the adrenaline still rushing through her veins. The Sentinels lay on the ground, groaning and struggling to get up, but they weren’t dead. They were stunned, disoriented, but alive. Sena stepped forward, her feet unsteady, her voice strong despite the shaking in her limbs. "We’re not your tools," she said, her words cutting through the air. "We are the future." The Sentinel leader glared at her, his fury barely contained. "This isn’t over, Moonmarker," he spat, his voice filled with venom.

In one quick move we were out the door, the moments flew by because we were moving just as fast just in case. When I was about to squeeze his hand because of the coldness of the night, that's when I realized that I was no longer holding him and he was holding my waist.... It's so smooth, isn't it? "What are your plans after this?" He asked. I was almost blinded by the wind, but I managed to look back at him. "I'll stay as the Lord Sentinel, be a good guide to Glazilda's child..... And to study."

She looked small, a scrap of a girl in a stained medic’s jacket, standing amidst the ruins of the most advanced security system in Eldergloom. "The girl speaks of souls while her hands are covered in the grease of a sewer," the Sentinel replied, his voice a mechanical drone that lacked any human cadence. He stood seven feet tall, his armor a polished, seamless silver that reflected the swirling sapphire twilight above. He stepped over the smoldering remains of his comrade, his heavy boots making a hollow, terrifying sound on the polished stone. "You have opened a door that only leads to your grave. Did you think a hammer could stop the Queen’s design?"

I frowned and took a step back, instinctively retreating from his abrupt hostility. But his hand landed over mine as if to hold me there. “Fey.” He answered in way of an apology. "They gift the Sentinels to carry a message to anyone who seems in dire enough need, the fey deem help necessary."

“Guide. Protect. Influence with moral clarity and foresight.” Samkelo nodded. He guided behavior subtly, emphasizing responsibility, ethical judgment, and awareness. The human allies who had been influenced by Sipho’s remnants regained clarity, unaware that they had been guided. The mansion’s shadows coiled protectively, reinforcing stability and correcting the flow of energy throughout the estate.

My wife, Gwen Baker, and I were in the car on our way to our destination. She was asleep against my shoulder. However, my eyes were fixed on the woman sitting diagonally in front of me. I shifted in my seat, trying to ignore the heat building in my body. She was our tour guide, Joanna White. She was stunning, with a figure that turned heads wherever she went. Her legs were long and elegant, and her waist was slim and well-defined. Everything about her made my heart race.

I reached into the sentinel sense and found Garrett and Sylvie's bond, burning warm and new and only slightly flickering at the edges where the Harrow working had begun to touch it. I pushed. The sentinel frequency I sent was nothing I had practiced. It came from somewhere deeper than practice, the instinctive response of the lunar guardian line to an attack on what it was built to protect. It went out from me in a wave, warm and wide and absolute, and hit the Harrow working like sunlight hitting frost. The figure at the far end of the ridge staggered. Their working collapsed. I felt it go, the cold precise frequency dissolving under the sentinel wave, and Garrett and Sylvie's bond blazed ba

"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."