Star Wars Guardians Of The Galaxy Novels & Stories

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

she stops to looking at me bewildered. “I don’t pay attention to Lore.” I respond. She laughs at me. Even when she laughs, she is intimidating. I want so badly to allow myself to be impressed by her, but I hold it back. She has to have some ulterior motive. “You are a werewolf. You ARE lore.” she taps me in the forehead with her finger and then sighs. “Guardians are an elite group of people who are trained to be the best in every respect. We are the ultimate weapon and gift.”

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

Natasha asked Again "The Guardians!!!!".....

Your arrival was timely, and I am forever indebted to you. Stellar Guardian: (with a knowing smile) The balance of the universe hinges on the unity and strength of its protectors. You have shown great resolve and dedication, Luna. However, your journey is far from over. Luna: What do you mean? What lies ahead? Stellar Guardian: The disturbance you recently vanquished was merely a precursor to a much greater threat. Forces of chaos and darkness are aligning, seeking to plunge the entire cosmos into eternal night. You and your pack are destined to face this ultimate challenge.

Maya asked, looking at the massive Geometric-Prism that was now a permanent fixture on the Pacific horizon. "We’re 'Employees', Maya," Avery replied, her "Gold-Eyes" turning a "Corporate-Silver." "And we’ve just been given our first 'Assignment.' We have to 'Wild' the rest of the 'Galaxy' to pay off our 'Debt'." The 150,000-word history has reached the "Phase of the Galactic-Franchise."

“Hey! You can’t do this—mmmph… mmmph…” One of the giant pack bodyguards clamps a heavy leather glove right over my mouth, dragging my kicking body away from the transport and heading straight toward the stone guard station. Narrator: J'onn Cute The second the guards drag the fierce female away, I run up to Gali’s transport window with a massive sense of urgency. “Did your trackers find that perfect healer girl yet?” I ask the second I see his face through the glass. “No news from the scouts yet,” Gali replies curtly, his mind looking far away.

I say and my parents drop their forks. "A parallel universe?" Mom asks. "How did he get here then?" Dad asks. "Well, my invention brought him here by accident. I call it the Inter-Universal Teleportation Machine 1.0. It transports objects and people," I explain, holding Travis, "from one universe to another. It's amazing isn't it?" "It is." Dad agrees. "The name's lame," Aimee comments with a deadpan tone. "You can call it the ITM-1, it's more catchy."

**FLASHBACK** Leia POV I was finishing the final touches of my look. I curled my blonde hair but pinned it back on both sides, blue jeans and a black tank top. I wasn't overly flashy and this was a human party that I decided to go to. "Leia, we really shouldn't go. We have been warned to stay inside the lands." Una nagged. "It is just for a couple hours Una, we will make an appearance and then come back home. I promise." I replied. "Just know that I do not agree with this." Una said before pushing herself to the back of my mind. I know she means well and I should probably listen but I am due for a good time. My best friend is a luna of a pack now, I've been a little sad, I really miss her.