The Boyguard Novels & Stories

I didn’t care much about my own pain, but I kept looking at Drax, expecting him to shift very soon. I didn’t care anymore. I actually wanted him to shift, so he could deal with those fucking rogues. Sadly, he didn’t. He just grunted, trying his best to subvert the pain. “That’ll teach you to learn not to talk anyhow to boss’s girlfriend.” They added as they continued hitting us. “Enough!” Ryker, who stood at the entrance, ordered them. “We want them alive for the bargain.” “Chad, guard the cave. Keep an eye on them.” He told one of them. Then he turned around, and the rest of them followed him.

the guard smirked and said to Theo. Theo, who was never ask to compensate anything from the guards, while entering and going out of the town, was confused, so he put down the Bear and was ready to speak, when one the guard spoke," bring that boy here, as well the beast," it was the chief of the security guard.

The place was practically empty, except for a cell at the back where two Crypt Guards were stationed. The attackers waited patiently for the blood slaves to enter to feed the guards while their leader's grandson was given a package of blood. They take advantage of the distraction to sneak closer, and in a quick gesture, the two guards turn to ash, and the humans don't even have time to scream before knives cut their throats. They take the keys from one of the piles of ash and go to the cell, where the boy pretends to be relieved and smiles with false gratitude. If there was one thing he knew, it was what his grandfather had planned to do to him. It had never been a secret that if he failed,

He wore robes far too large for his frame—black with a sheen of dull silver around the hem—and walked barefoot across the forest floor, flinching at each root and thorn but never stopping. His presence was all wrong. Zarek's jaw flexed as the boy reached the small clearing where the Nightveil guard waited. Rune, ever protective, already had a blade half-drawn. Lioren stood silent, calculating. Zevi flanked Veyra, eyes never leaving the child. The boy stopped, lifted his chin, and spoke with a voice that should not have belonged to someone so young. "I bring a message from the Circle of the Obsidian Fang." The air shifted.

Hunter moved instantly and caught the young man before he collapsed completely onto the ground. “What happened?” Hunter demanded sharply. The guard tried to answer, but another cough tore through him, sending more blood down the front of his clothes. My eyes widened in realization. Poison. The realization hit me immediately. The boy’s entire body shook violently as he struggled to breathe. “Do something! Someone get the healer!” somebody shouted behind me. But one look at the dying guard told me it was already too late. He won't make it. Hunter held him firmly while trying to force him to focus.

He would watch, always. The boy nodded. “Yes. We wait. And when the time comes, we decide the path. Together.” Outside, the night deepened. Shadows lengthened along the walls. Every corner of the training grounds whispered danger. And in the distance, Vanguard’s presence lingered like a storm no one could outrun. Enzo glanced at the boy one last time. “You know this could kill you.” “I know. And I am ready.” The words weren’t boastful. They were a declaration. A warning. A statement of intent.

the poor boy cried “Why did this have to happen? We were so strong… Our Guard wasn’t like this. If only Prince Noah were still here to lead us like before…” "And what are you going to do about it? Dig up his rotting body to save us? Come on! Stop being a coward and get up! We have to be quick, before..." His demands, however, came too late. With a scream stuck in my throat, I watched a wolf leap upon them suddenly, tearing through the walls of the guard post as if they were made of paper and lunging for the weeping boy's jugular, drenching the other with his blood.

I screamed, breaking cover. The boy pulled out a small, silver whistle. He blew it. The sound wasn't loud. It was a high, piercing frequency that made my teeth ache. The doors of the school burst open again. But it wasn't children this time. It was men. Six of them. In the same tactical grey gear we’d seen in Paris. "The Debtors," I whispered. "No, Raffy." Vesper stepped in front of the boy. "The Guardians. My own personal Council. We’ve been waiting for the Sovereign to come and claim his throne."

Osy growled. "Come in," Scorpion said in a gentler voice. A guard entered. "Forgive me, sir, for—" "Why are you here?" Osy asked as he walked back to where he was sitting. The guard swallowed, already knowing what might be his fate should his message not please Osy. His gun wasn't far from him at times like this. "There is a boy out there looking for you. He said—" "Which boy?" Osy hastily rose from his couch before he realised what he had just done.

Guards never ran. "My Lord! Emergency!" Everyone turned. The room went silent. "What is it?" my grandfather demanded. "The boy. The surface. St. Augustine Academy. There's—" The guard swallowed. "Active shooters. Multiple casualties. The boy is—he's been taken hostage." Everything went white. Then red. Then black. The serpent on my back exploded. Light. Heat. Pain. Power. I moved. Fast. Toward the portal. Toward the exit. Toward my son.