The Guardian Wolf Novels & Stories

Dirty's eyes were wide, he didn't say anything. "Did my wolf's fantasy shock you?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. My wolf was prancing around, thrilled at having me tell Dirty what she wanted to do. "Yes. You're bloodthirsty and your wolf is vicious. I've never heard of a female wolf being like that." "Be glad those bars are protecting you." I growled and turned to leave. I had confronted the rogues. All of them from the cabin were in custody. I think I will sleep easier knowing they are all in the jail. 'I feel better too.' my wolf said.

“I know she has built an army of turned newborn Bampires. I know you care for her because if you did not, you would have never looked after her and her child. What I need from you, LB, is to help me understand who she is going after. And why are you protective of them?” “I am so relieved that you are here to try and stop her. Bloody hell if I haven't tried everything to make her understand, this cannot happen, Jessblue. The person she is going after is a Dire wolf, the most powerful of all wolves. Not even a Lycan can go up against them. She is also A She Wolf Alpha, and I am her Guardian.” “Why did you become her guardian LB?”

At the becoming moving through the clean foundation. At the first response. “Who is it,” I said. Kael was quiet for a moment. The specific quiet of a four-year-old guardian reading a frequency through the stable centre of the beginning. “I do not know their name,” he said. “But the guardian function knows what they are.” He paused. “They are the first wolf of the pack world inside the map who is becoming without being directed.” He paused. “The first wolf the clean world inside the map has produced from itself.” He paused. “The becoming’s first response is a wolf who was inside the corrupted world and is now in the clean one and is becoming something the corrupted world would not have allowe

"Why are they looking at me?" An elderly silver wolf approached the group slowly. Its fur was almost completely white with age, and its golden eyes shimmered with a wisdom older than the kingdoms of men. "Because they recognize the Heart," the old wolf spoke, its voice a calm, resonant rumble. "The child who chose compassion over power." Killian instinctively took a half-step closer to his son. "You can talk?" The old wolf chuckled softly. "Long before humans named us beasts, we were the first Guardians."

"But you know someone who does." She nods. "The Guardian. An ancient wolf who has protected the blade for centuries. He lives in the mountains, alone. He will not speak to outsiders." "Then I will make him speak." We leave the next morning. The journey is brutal. The snow is deep, the wind is fierce. Kael stays close to me, his body shielding mine from the worst of the cold. "The Guardian will not trust us," my mother says. "He has been alone for too long."

The Final Guardian "Step away, boy." From the shadows, a massive wolf stepped out. He was twice the size of a normal Alpha, his fur matted with dried blood and his eyes glowing a sickly, artificial yellow. This was the Hollower, the Council's personal butcher. He didn't have a pack or a soul; he was just a machine made of muscle and hate. "You think you’re a hero?" the Hollower growled, his voice sounding like rocks grinding together. "You’re just more fuel for the fire. I’ve broken Alphas stronger than you."

He tossed more chips in his mouth, “Alexander believes it so much that he’s forbid anyone from coming up here, he’s too afraid that there may be truth to it.” “How does he know? If the wolf only hurts those with a dark heart, then why would it matter if some young kid comes through here?” “Did I forget to mention that the wolf is blind?” He held his finger up, “The wolf will attack any who threaten it, even if it’s a young, dumb wolf who thinks it’s nothing but a made up story… Some say that it’s a spirit guardian, protecting those of our pack… But, who knows. Alexander doesn’t let anyone come up here regardless.”

Turning us towards the crowd. “Let it be known that Aliauna, a Guardian and Omega wolf, has kicked my ass here today on the pitch.” I slide her a cocky smile “And that tonight there will be a Guardian Ceremony where I will accept and bond myself to her for the good of our pack and my safety.”

I’m not quite sure how all of it works, I’ve been trying to read about it in my mom’s journals, but I don’t think she knows much about the guardian wolf role either. Pretty much in our family, the white wolf can only be born from the white wolf. But the white wolf always needs a guardian, someone whose sole purpose is to keep the white wolf safe. The guardian wolf is whoever is born after the white wolf in the family. The guardian wolf can be a brother, sister, cousin, whatever! It doesn’t matter as long as they are the next born in the family. Being the white wolf and guardian wolf we are suppose

Lucienne said patiently and the white Cloak made it impossible for him to see what the guardian actually looked like. No one knew what a guardian looked like other than the fact that they were powerful beings with a beautiful voice.. Nicklaus snickered and tried not to laugh.. He was known as the most ferocious wolf who doesn't care about the demon uprising.. He single handedly ripped apart hundreds of wolves without breaking a sweat.. He was feared by his kind and every single pack was weary of him.. How dare a guardian treat him like a slave? Hasn't he been punished enough? He would rather be a war dog and babysit a human..