The Old Guard Mga Nobela at Kwento

Oldie who was protecting Conan who was just standing while slurping the lollipop inside his mouth looked ahead, grinding his teeth. “Commence defensive formation!” All the pawns got into the defensive formation, which was the strongest at the front. “Hey!” Conan called him. Oldie looked below him, where Conan had already stood like a butler serving the master. It was his natural posture - most of it because of work hazards. His professionalism overthrew everything. “You can run wild.” Oldie was quite unsure about that standard. His ears twitched a few times, asking for clarification. Raising his hand, he patted the fury hand of Oldie. A small smile appeared on his lips. “You don’t have to be

Let's hope ma's keeping her busy enough to keep her outta my shit. Tuning back into the room I noticed there was the usual bullshit back and forth between the men. Most of the old guard like Poppy was gone, making room for their progeny. The problem with these men was that they had no vision. They wanted to carry on like the old glory days when the mob ruled. I guess they didn't hear about Hoover and his shit, or if they had they didn't understand the long arm of the law and the repercussions.

He was the last descendant from the Old Council of Paphos Pack and the only Elder that lived on after the Great War. He sighed before he went to sit in the living room and turned on the television. The old man did not hear the unlocking of the locks that he thought would protect him. He was wrong and tonight will be the last night that he would ever be safe in the cottage that was decreed to him from the Old Council.

As the morning sun peeked through the windows, I turned to the old man with a mix of curiosity and awe. "Tell me more about that tower," I urged, my voice laced with anticipation. The old man's eyes sparkled with pride as he began to speak. "Ah, the Ancient Tower!" His voice boomed, echoing through the room. "That magnificent structure is our guardian, our shield against the terrors that lurk in the forest. It's said to be capable of felling even a B-rank monster with a single, mighty blow!"

While thinking of that, James headed out. Right at the moment when he opened the door, James was stunned. Not only did he see Angie outside the door, but he also saw Gloria's father, Old Master Shaw. That was a mighty general who used to be very powerful a few decades ago. The old man was already more than 90 years old, but his mighty aura and his calmness still sent a chill down James' spine. People in James' line of work were not afraid of the police and so on. Old Master Shaw was not a police officer, but he had been fighting on the battlefield all his life, so he had a cold and stern air around him. Which man would not be afraid when he saw him?

Evan had offered me a human wedding ceremony, publicly introducing me to Arealis City as the wife of the Ferguson family leader—regal, beautiful, and not to be looked down upon. In truth, we briefly returned to Arealis City five years back. We fertilized the rose bushes that he hid in when I found him, hoping they'd grow well. Under those bushes, he had offered me the Ferguson family emblem that had been passed down for generations in this century. In the name of the Ferguson family, he vowed to love no one but me. He'd be my loyal, shining knight in armor. He would never do anything to betray me. He promised to protect me and provide me with a comfortable life.

“You tell your guards to back the fuck off.” They were ready and waiting for us, but the old man ordered them to stand down. “You will never get away,” he said. “The military will kill all of you. I refuse to let my hard work go to waste.” As if he had a choice.

“Alpha, some of the older packs… they won’t like that. They’ll expect favors. They’ll want to rule on their own terms.” My jaw tightened. I knew this was coming. The old guard. Always thinking they were hot shit. Always trying to undermine any authority that wasn’t their own. My expression hardened, and I leaned forward, my knuckles white as I gripped the edge of the table. “Then they can leave.” There was no room for negotiation on this. I wasn’t about to let some power-hungry old wolves cause more trouble. I had too much to lose now. Emmeline. The baby. Our future. I wouldn’t let anyone jeopardize that.

Untouchable. Even if it means falling back on old methods. Old habits. Old conquests. They helped before. They should help now. They have to.

“Heard you’re looking for the ones hitting your houses.” I leaned forward. “You know something?” He smirked. “Maybe. What’s it worth?” Dante growled quietly and the guy’s smirk faded. I put my hand on Dante’s arm. “Tell me.” The guy glanced around, then lowered his voice. “There’s a group. Calling themselves the Old Guard. Mostly older Alphas and some younger ones who think you’re ruining the pack. They’re organized, they’ve got money and they’ve got a leader. Someone who hates you so much.”