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“If it means Ryder lives. If it means the pack lives. If it means the world doesn’t fall to darkness… then yes. I will give it.” The guardian’s form drew closer, towering above her. She should have been afraid but instead, a strange calm settled in her chest. At last, the guardian bowed its head. “Then you are not unworthy.” The fire drew back, dimming, until Crystal was once again in the chamber. Ryder’s hands were on her instantly. She sagged against him, her skin damp with sweat. The guardian still stood, though its form flickered faintly now. It looked not at her, but at Evren.

he added. I swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling over me like a heavy blanket that seemed to press down on my very soul. My voice was barely above a whisper as I replied, “I understand. I wish I could learn more about my ability—about what I can truly do.” Damien scoffed, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk he wore so effortlessly. He jabbed a thumb toward himself, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. “I am your incubus guardian, remember? Whatever you need, I can give it to you. But,” his tone turned to tease, “there’s always a price. Something in exchange.”

A few seconds later, a text message arrived with Nathaniel Thornes’s address. Margaret took her time changing out of her blood-stained clothes and pondered about the right thing to do. Darren had told her to contact Nathaniel Thorne for help, and she already knew from what he had told her that this man was the leader of a secret brotherhood called the Guardians of the Stones. According to Darren, he was the only person who could help and protect her. But did she need protection? Megan was here with her. Perhaps it would be much easier to just get her out of the country and start again? The idea seemed tempting, but the girl would probably resist it. After all, her friend was in danger and sh

light; I imagined the light draining from my body, slithering around the ground and uncovering my feet. The cold of the autumn air returned to my flesh, and I shivered at the sensation. The glowing cocoon that was wrapped around me began to dim and just as the last of the light left my body, the streetlamp began to glow again. “You did amazing, Lila Bean,” my mother said, wrapping me in her arms. “Whenever you feel frightened and the air has gone too dark, just do that. No matter where you are, you can always summon light to you and it will always scare darkness away.” I hugged her tightly, feeling my body relax. “Do you think this spell is going to work?” I asked. “Do you think it’ll keep t

"The chosen Guardian is what all of us had been waiting for in a very long time! Finally, we would now be forgiven and have a chance to live freely again!" What is he talking about? And what's so special about being a Guardian? I don't even know what being a Guardian means! "I've heard about the Guardians once from my grandfather before," I looked at Beta Koby after hearing what he said. He was facing Duke while leaning on the wall. "He said that Guardians are meant to have the rogues be forgiven and regain their ability back that was taken from them after they become rogues, to whatever kind." So, there are others like me out there? Great! I can look for them and ask for help!

We had the look of three English kids messing about in the woods hoping to find a box of abandoned porn. “You did well,” said Joshaya, surveying the scene. His eyes went from the dead spider, still smoking, to the web. It was easier to see now, its strands no longer invisible since it had been doused in flames. “I wouldn’t have thought to use fire, might have burned down the whole forest.” He didn’t say it like a criticism, but I know passive-aggressive when I hear it. “What are the other guardians like?” I asked him. “I do not know,” said Joshaya. “There is little information on them, other than them being denizens of the forest and of huge size. They will kill us the first chance they get,

"Have you ever heard about the story of the Moon Guardian?" This is just getting even more exciting. Flynn likes stories and novels. That's the same reason why she collects books. She smiles, "I haven't." She answers. "But I would like to hear about it." "I have a book here. It's a novel based on the Moon Guardian's life that was written almost 700 years ago." She says, taking out a black book that looked like a journal. “Actually, I don’t think it’s a novel. I would call it a journal but people call it a novel.”

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.

“That’s what I thought.” Before Aaron could ask what he had against the British, he saw Ward come out of the meeting house, along with the other twenty or so leaders. Seeing Aaron, he waved and began to make his way over. “Ward is only half English,” he whispered to Christian, who nodded, and Aaron thought he might back away to avoid half of Ward, but he didn’t. “I have our instructions,” Ward said, a small scrap of paper in his hand. “We have two other Guardians and three Hunters on our team that we need to locate.” He was looking around, as if he might know what they looked like.

Well, as safe as I could be in a supernatural space she brought me to. "The idiocy of it all. The guardians. Do you know who the guardians are? They are the most powerful witches and wizards in the world. I created the order of the guardians with one purpose. To protect the humans and witches alike! I gave them all the tools they needed. And what do they do after I'm gone? They allow a blessed ground to be turned into a school! The absurdity of such an action!" She fumed some more, still sitting there. Her voice hardly rose and her calmness even while being obviously angry was freaking the daylights out of me. "Blessed ground? What is a blessed ground?"