Sentinel And Guide Novels & Stories

the Elder said carefully, “Damien Grimvale.” My pulse stumbled. Damien stepped forward. He did not look at me. “By decree of the council,” the Elder continued, “you are appointed Alpha Sentinel.” A murmur erupted instantly. “The Sentinel,” the Elder explained, raising his staff, “stands as protector of the Alpha’s life. He commands no territory, claims no throne, and holds no political power—but his loyalty is absolute. His duty is singular.” To protect me. At all costs. Damien went still. Slowly, he knelt.

“Well it’s definitely not Sentinel, I have it on good authority that they’ve been disbanded, who else would know about us?” “No idea, but the guard has been doubled and the monks have put more guides in the Chapel until we know for sure.” “Do you think that I’m periodically being followed by that man we chased the other day is connected in anyway?” Pete asked Hugh. “No idea, hopefully we will know soon.” replied Hugh, not at all happy his friend was being watched.

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 magic or powers, just herbs and special medicines from resources. Sentinels are to ensure that the pack is safe by patrolling the territory and watching the movements of the surroundings. They are to make sure that no intruders enter the clearing. In doing so, it is a sentinel's responsibility to greet new visitors and learn why they are here and where they come from. Being in that position, it is the sentinel's job to make sure each new visitor that comes into the clearing has good intentions as well. When the sentinel is not present within the clearing or if there is none, the greeting responsibilities go to all adult pack members. Sentinels also make sure that the pack members keep the

He looked out at the city, his hands resting on the cool surface. “We’re the ones who have to make sure the legacy doesn't just survive, but evolves. We’re the ones who have to be better than the 'Old Guard' because the enemies are so much more sophisticated.” Lila joined him at the glass, her presence a silent, stabilizing force. “It is heavy. But it’s lighter when you’re not carrying it alone. My sister, Tiffany, and my brother, Terrence… they have their own roles." "But you and I… we have a different kind of connection. We’re the sentinels, Noah. We’re the ones who watch the world so it doesn't fall apart.”

Killian gasped, his staff trembling, his voice shaking. Lucian’s jaw tightened, his blade steady. “A sentinel,” he said, his voice grim. “The Veil’s guardian, not hers but the city’s. It’s here for the dagger.” I gripped the dagger’s hilt, its symbols flickering, and felt it—the sentinel wasn’t attacking, wasn’t hers, but it *wanted* something, its presence pulling at the mark, the lock I was. “It’s not fighting,” I said, my voice trembling. “It’s… waiting.”

“Are they almost done dying?” “No,” Ianthe said proudly. The sentinel withdrew its hand. The crack widened further, revealing a massive obsidian arm and shoulder. —Directive: Proceed. —Guardian escort: Activated. Lyra staggered. “Esc—escort?” Selene burst into a grin. “Oh, how beautiful. We have our own Arcana tank.” Kael glared. “It is not coming.” The sentinel’s head tilted towards him. —Shadowborn recognised. — Designation: Protector.

“The key to what is, and what must be.” Gaia swallowed hard. “I—I don’t know what you mean.” The sentinel’s empty gaze shifted to Caelum. “And you… what brings a traitor to the gates of destiny? Your presence is unwelcome.” Caelum raised his hands defensively, a small, wry smile on his lips. “Easy now. I’m just the guide. She’s the one you’re interested in.” Ignoring him, the sentinel turned back to Gaia. “If you wish to proceed, the Citadel demands proof of your worth. You must face the trial.”

“What does that mean?” “Traps,” Bastion said quietly. “Wards. Layers of old mechanisms meant to deter even the most skilled infiltrators.” “And only someone of her lineage can bypass them,” the sentinel added. I felt Kael’s gaze on me, steady and grounding. “This is your decision. Not theirs.” The sentinel watched him carefully before turning their attention fully back to me. “He is right.” The ruins around us fell strangely still. Not cold, not tense — simply waiting. “What do you want me to do?” I asked.

Its voice was a thousand whispers at once: “Only the hollow may pass. Give us what remains of your soul, or turn back to the world of light.” Malachi stepped forward, his shadows flickering weakly. "I am the King of the South. Out of my way, stone-spawn." The Sentinel didn't flinch. It raised its sword, and a shockwave of pure, crushing despair rolled over us. The guards fell to their knees. Killian began to sob, clutching his head. Even Malachi stumbled, his knees hitting the frost-covered ground.