The Guardian Wolf Novels & Stories

"That'll be a problem because I can't eat ---" "We'll figure out something when the time comes" he said "She leaves the alpha's domain every now and then. She spends most of her time with Calvin and Gigi" "Who's Gigi?" "She's a guardian wolf. She guards the omegas" he replied "she's my sister's best friend" Guardian wolf and omegas? How many things did she have to know about this place?

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

Thomas’s room was not very large, however, some chairs were useful for everyone to sit on. Kyria then began to read aloud and slowly so that Thomas could understand and tried not to pay attention to Nayssa’s breath beside her: ""The Goddess is the Mother of wolves. She is the creator of all wolves and has always guided her children towards love and harmony. All possessed an extraordinary power, beyond what is seen today. But this was not enough for Mother and she realized that it took two distinct poles for balance to exist. Thus, the first alpha and the first omega were created."

Lola did say this mission was hard, but what she was forgetting is that I’m a wolf. An alpha, the fastest kind of wolf. And strongest. “I just want to enjoy the forest tranquility.” I smiled, gearing my muscles as I moved another step. “Stay right where you are!” The guardian shouted. “Or what?” “Then you leave me no choice.” The guardian began to retreat, and the creatures moved forward, their teeth glinting in the dark as they plotted to murder me. “Attack him!” The guardian screamed into the air, and all the creatures raced towards me.

I must be exhausted. “You are not crazy for any of that. Or anything you have said. It all makes sense to me. To be honest. I often dream of a black wolf.” Luka tells me. My mouth gapes open a bit. “My family believes the animal that shows up in your dreams is like a protector of a kind. Like a guardian angel.” “Really?” I couldn’t hide my disbelief. “Yes really! It is a beautiful thing you have these dreams.” Luka reassured me. It felt too good to be true, but I enjoyed the fact that he didn't think my dreams were weird. I was happy someone didn’t think I was weird. I almost cried at that thought.

"A Luna's wolf can sometimes be reborn through the mate bond, but only when both the connection and the need are powerful enough." "She feels... different," I admitted. "Stronger. Wilder." *"I am what you need to stand beside your Alpha,"* the wolf confirmed. *"To protect your cub and your pack. I carry the essence of your first wolf, but I am forged in fire and pain and love. I am the Guardian Wolf."* I gasped at the name—Guardian Wolf—an ancient and revered type of wolf spirit rarely seen in modern packs. "She calls herself the Guardian Wolf," I told Alexander, watching his eyes widen with recognition.

My wolf is alert and just beneath the surface. The meeting point was an abandoned gas station outside the city. Perfect for an ambush, terrible for peace talks. But I knew the man who stood waiting. Tall. Scar over his brow. Yellow eyes that hadn’t dulled with time. “Grim,” I muttered. He smiled. “Kelvin. Still alive.” “Barely. What are you doing here?” “We come in peace.” “Who’s ‘we’?” Grim stepped aside. Four wolves stood behind him. None shifted. None growled.

Without waiting for a response, she turns back to the pack. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I am Alpha Reagan. I am your Alpha’s mate. This is my friend Meadow,” she says, pointing to Meadow without looking at her. “I am a Guardian and for those of you who don’t know what that means, the name says it all. My mother’s wolf was blessed by the Moon Goddess and therefore, so am I. I am stronger than any other wolf except another Guardian and I do not tolerate abuse of any kind in any pack. Effective immediately, any pack member who is abusive or bullies another will be placed in a cell ...” She stops, turning to look at me.

"Your father would rehire me before I reached the main gates." Unfortunately true. I turned toward the window again. My reflection stared faintly back from the darkened glass, and thin veins of gold still threaded the edges of my grey irises. Zhenevieva had accused me of being incapable of controlling my wolf, and the damned creature had immediately surged to the surface as if determined to provide supporting evidence. I closed my eyes and forced the pressure down until the heat behind them receded. When I opened them again, he had rotated one of his monitors toward me. A live map filled the screen with several locations marked across the city grid.

Its body was made of light. “Where are we?” ‘In a place before memory.’ Serafina furrowed her brow. “I don’t understand.” ‘Because humans always want to give a name to things they don’t understand.’ First Wolf walked around her. ‘They call me a monster.’ Serafina looked at him. “But you’re not.” ‘No.’ First Wolf stopped. ‘I am a guardian.’ Serafina fell silent. “A guardian of what?” ‘Balance.’