Sentinel And Guide Novels & Stories

Saint and I both try to decide if we should trust her. “What’s her deal, Saint? How come you weren’t willing to hurt Leticia, but you have no problem snapping this woman’s neck?” I ask him curiously. “We are only responsible for the Mavri Magea. Contessa leads the Sentinel. She can kiss my fluffy white ass,” he growls. That was not helpful at all. Let's try this again. “Sentinel? So she is some sort of guard or warrior or something?” “Yeah. They all have giant sticks up their asses. Always worried about the 'rules',” he huffs.

Right after that conversation, without wasting another moment, I spread my wings and flew out of the shining Golden Kingdom of Heaven, descending rapidly once again toward the earth, ready to begin my new mission and protect the life of Ynnah Francine Seung. It was meant to be just another assignment to me—something I wanted to complete as soon as possible so I could return home. I told myself that I would finish it sooner or later without getting involved or attached. The moment I set foot upon the earth once more, I immediately began searching for the girl I was sworn to guard and shield from all evil. Finding her was not difficult at all. I received help and guidance from other Guardian A

I clear my throat, drawing strength from the thought, "So I may not have to put Iphigenia away forever." "Who?" "Iphigenia..." I raise an eyebrow, "That's the name of my Guide..." Her eyes are popping out of her skull, and her jaw goes slack. And then a slow smile creeps along her face, eyes sparkling with excitement. "What?" I ask. "It's just...you really are the Prophet," She speaks softly as she fetches a cup of cold, herbal tonic, "There are only a few Guides that hold a name. The High Prophets and the High Priestess are the most notable-a couple other lycans."

Sa bawat daan nila, pinuputol ng Sentinel ang mga sapot sa langit, nagbibigay ng pagkakataon sa mga tao sa ibaba na makahinga muli. ​Ngunit sa paanan ng Bulkang Mayon, naghihintay ang unang Weaver Guardian. Isang nilalang na walang mukha, may sampung braso, at binalot ng puting sutla na hindi tinatablan ng kahit anong pisikal na bala.

"The Under-Realm is a maze of sulfur and vacuum. You have a child to protect. You are the only Sun-Walker left" "And that is exactly why I'm the only one who can breathe down there," I snapped, the golden marks on my arms beginning to pulse with a low, defiant radiance. I looked at the Frost-Sentinel, the crystalline wolf that had guided us through the blue ice. It was watching the water with a predatory stillness. "You said the child called you," I addressed the Sentinel. "Can you find a path that leads beneath the riverbed? Is there a place where the fire and the ice meet in the dark?".

This was what he had challenged. Near dusk, a rider approached from ahead. He came alone. A Fiato sentinel, cloaked in pale gray, riding a white-flecked horse with eyes too intelligent to be natural. His presence was calm, unhurried, absolute. He stopped at the edge of the convoy and inclined his head to Duggar… only Duggar. “Your entry is acknowledged,” the sentinel said. His voice carried without effort. “You will proceed no further.” Duggar studied him. “We seek audience with your Alphas.”

The sentinel pauses, its aura flickering, and the shrine’s core pulses, rifts roaring across the realm. The realm trembles, Veyra’s fate uncertain, and the Veil’s heart falters, but Aelys stands against the sentinel, Cassia’s fire, Renn’s loyalty, Maddox’s hope, Sylvara’s resolve, Lysara’s redemption, Zorath’s spark, Valthor’s unity, Lirien’s defiance, Theryn’s sacrifice, and my fragile essence stand with her. With the sentinel’s trial looming, she faces a test that will forge our legacy.

“I’ll make my way to her myself.” The sentinel’s gaze flickered, but he gave a sharp nod before disappearing back into the shadows. Maya glanced at me, her expression both impressed and exasperated. “Subtle.” I didn’t respond. My patience was thin, my worry for Astrid cutting through everything else. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours before the sentinel returned. “The queen will see you,” he said, stepping aside to reveal a narrow path leading deeper into the forest. Without hesitation, I started down the path, Maya following close behind.

"So, how do we RSVP to this exclusive shindig without becoming part of the permanent choir?" "That's the catch," Justin admitted, a nervous laugh escaping him. "The guardian is an entity known only as the Chronos Sentinel. It's ancient, predates most of the current angelic host. Its purpose is to filter. To ensure only those with a true, unwavering purpose pass through. It reads intentions, memories, and desires. It will confront each of you individually, test your resolve." My breath hitched. Unwavering purpose. My purpose felt as fragmented as my soul. The Maw already claimed a part of me, leaving me less. Less whole. Less focused. The void hummed, an insidious lullaby.