The Old Guard Novels & Stories

It was worse: it was routine. The same names surfaced repeatedly. They never signed the orders themselves, and they never appeared on paper where blame could settle. They operated through proxies, shell companies, foundations, and think tanks with patriotic names and bloodless mission statements. This was the Old Guard—men and women who had outlived scrutiny by making themselves indistinguishable from stability. They survived by never being seen doing the thing that mattered most.

Who didn’t know about the Hapsburg chin or the Russian royal family anemia? “Species in this case, but yes, that’s exactly what’s happening. The new generation understands, but the old guard. They are latching on and fighting back at every turn. It’s frustrating because everyone knows they’re wrong, but traditions are hard to break, and the Elders oversee those traditions.” Rob couldn’t stop the frustration from being expressed in his voice. He found it crazy and a roadblock to him, effectively leading his pack.

Adam's POV "I'm afraid I have to leave so early," The old man before me spoke, a smile on his face. He was one of the oldest partners of the Stone foundation, Gerald Oslow. Quite the hilarious man. He had made time to come for the party despite his old age and weak body.

You can’t throw a stick around here without it hitting a newly mated pair, and that is causing some drama on top of all the other unrest. The Old Guard and Elite Warriors all pledged to remain alone. They have never looked for their mates like the young men do in most other packs. I get it. Their lives are not simple, they have a dangerous job and their return is never guaranteed. It is understandable that they would not wish to burden a mate with the pain of loss if they fell in battle.

Hesitantly, I follow a herd of people, stopping when the entire ground quakes beneath my feet. “What is that?” Someone asks. “People call them angels, but they look like monsters...” An old man replies. I squeeze between two old men, gaping when I spot the largest boy I’ve ever seen in the town square. He must be over twenty feet tall, easily dwarfing the men from the army even when he is down on his knees. There is cloth around his mouth to keep him from speaking, chains to restrain his clumsy movements. “MOVE!” A man from the army yells.

(Old Carlo) “As far as my old memory can remember…no on ever did…even that blasted Empire can’t do it as fast as we can….”.(Madame Betty) The 2 old generation folks were basking in their memories, naturally they are proud of Aeternum soldiers achievements, and with this it will only lifted Aeternum prestige even more.

"A guardian, if you will. Sure, he's a demon, but he's not a bad one. Long ago, the people of Gashea offered prayers to my master. They used mirrors to light fires and burn potpourri as an offering. He didn’t bring drought, famine, and disease. He was doing all he could to stop it." Fyn blinked in surprise. Words seemed to die in his mouth and he found himself utterly speechless. "I am not surprised that you seem to be in shock," Havu's voice echoed inside Fyn's mind sadly, "It is no wonder that the master is not as strong as he once was before. Tell me, are there still villagers offering prayers to him?" "I've never once heard anyone thinking of giving prayers to Kavan. Like I said, they, w

"Maybe. I felt that I might see someone of your age in this place during my last visit. I don't know if I can still recognise him or not." "No issues, before Ragini's marriage you might get some chance to see the Sekhawat family. They are the claimants of Takht." "And what does it mean? Don't tell me it has a big history again." Myra raised her hand in surrender. "You seem quite afraid of history I can see. Well in short I am telling you. Takht was created by our ancestors to protect our Legacy long back during our ruling period. Top notch fighters were recruited for that position. Among all those only one got the eligibility by proving himself to rule it. Since then the Sekhawat family has

He smirks like he thinks he’s got us in checkmate. “Did he just call me old?” Daddy asks us rhetorically, yet sounding put out. We all chuckle a little and the cocky guard’s smirk leaves his face when he sees Daddy’s ‘PR’ face has morphed into his ‘kill’ face. Yeah, he doesn’t like to be called old. We can see the guards linking for back up and more begin moving toward us from other areas of the compound.

My voice came out steady, “You betrayed me, you cheated on me, and that’s not something we can simply patch up.” I pulled my bag onto my shoulder, watching him crumple a little more, slumped on the floor like he might fold in on himself completely. “Leave my apartment, or I’ll call the guards to drag you out.”