The Boyguard Novels & Stories

Striding out of the room he turned to the Guard, ‘Guardatelo, quando si sveglia portatelo in ufficio.’ [Watch him, when he wakes bring him to the office.] The sun shining through the windows woke the sleeping boy and he blinked and then turned away from its brightness, yawning widely he stretched and sat up. Looking around him he saw a large airy room decorated in the palest blues and greys, noticing the bathroom he headed inside to relieve himself. He felt grubby from sleeping in his school uniform so stripped off and took a shower wrapping a towel around his waist he went back into the bedroom, He was pleased to find clean clothes on the bed and pulled on the jeans and t-shirt rubbing the

A blast shook the street. The nursery door blew off its hinges. The Purest poured inside. "Caleb, follow me!" I sprinted toward the gaping hole in the wall. I reached the bottom of the stairs. The room was dark, filled with the smell of wet earth and copper. "Trigger?" I yelled. A shadow moved in the corner. A small, silver-eyed boy stood over the body of a guard. He wasn't crying. He was holding a piece of jagged steel. "Dad?" the boy asked.

But all that noise—the rising war, the approaching armies, the prophecy hanging over both our throats—fell silent the moment the guards burst in. “Your Majesty,” the first guard panted, sweat glistening on his temple. “You… you need to come outside.” Arthur stiffened beside me. “What now?” The guard swallowed hard. “It’s… a boy. A young man. We found him near the forest line. He’s bleeding, unconscious, and—” His eyes darted to me. “—glowing.” My heartbeat slammed inside my chest. Arthur slowly turned toward me. “Tyla.” I already knew.

“Your stares are insult enough.” “We weren’t starin’,” the erethron boy hissed, his voice surprisingly polite. “We were just wonderin’ if your kettle helmets makes you deaf and blind, that you'd bump into starved little children so heavily, when you heard us coming.” The guard’s gauntlet cracked across his face. The boy staggered, blood trickling from his lip. Still, not a single tear fell.

When it landed, silence followed, broken only by the rasp of her breath. Hunter’s gaze lingered on her long enough that the air grew heavy. Then he shifted again, tilting his chin toward a small boy standing timidly at the edge of the yard. One of the servants’ sons, barely old enough to hold a wooden staff. Hunter’s command cut through the air. “Protect him.” The boy was shoved into the circle, and before Zara could steady her stance, two warriors stepped forward, testing her with feints of their blades. She shielded the child with her body, moving instinctively, pulling him behind her when the gleam of steel drew near.

Scouts moved along the fence, rifles slung carelessly, confident that nothing would happen today. Luca came to his side, elbows brushing as he scanned the scene. “You sure about this?” he asked softly. Ghost didn’t answer immediately. He felt the warmth of Luca’s body, the subtle shift in tension when they were near each other. He took a deep breath. “We don’t wait for certainty,” he said finally. “We act with precision. That’s what keeps us alive.” Luca nodded, gripping his rifle tighter. “Precision. Got it.” They laid out the plan quickly. Troy and Rhino would cover the northern wall, Bishop the southern.

They turn on you with one wrong move, but as long as you nudge gently, they will follow you. A boy was shoved out of the crowd and in our way. The royal Shi ready to march all over him. They escorted us from Whitrock to the Captial. Kaminarimon, the thunder gate. I rushed past the guards and picked up the boy. "You alright," I said. All eyes were drawn to me. "Thanks," said the boy. He had dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. A scar lay on his forehead. Look like it came from a knife. "You almost got trampled. These Royal guards don't care much about us little people."

I greet the guards at the door, one of them steps forward, an inexperienced boy about 14 moons. He bows before me. His indigo skin is unmarked which means he has not seen battle or taken a life. He smiles at me and I can’t return the gesture. I'm saddened because one day too soon his body would be tattooed red and it makes me sick. I walk past with my head down and see his face fall from the corner of my eye. I manage to make it to my bedroom without incident. I nod to my personal guard, Seet, he doesn't respond as his eyes roam the hall watching for anything in the shadows. I smiled to myself. He takes his job way too seriously. I walk through the

Wow, this girl must be the daughter of a senator I turned on the screen and wowed at the lockscreen wallpaper. It was a very handsome boy. So so cute "and he looks like a girl" I muttered out with a laugh. Or maybe it's a girl that looks like a boy. Whatever. Either way, they look good I stood up and tucked the phone under my clothes so my auntie won't see them and sell them to buy cocaine Wilbur's POV I walked in through the gate and hurried to the garage. She came out of her car

Although, she was uncertain as to why. “Honestly, how could you fall asleep in such a place?” Horus reprimanded. Standing tall over her, he was dressed smartly in a crisp white and sky-blue Day Gate uniform. The Alliance crest emblazed proudly in gold thread on the breast of his jacket, evidence of his status as a full Guardian. It filled Chiri with an odd mixture of pride and sadness, which hung heavily in her chest.