The Old Guard Novels & Stories

"I am afraid too. The Old Guard has a large army and they want to take back everything we have built in the past two years." The crowd was very quiet. Listening. "I cannot promise you an easy victory" I said. "I cannot promise no one will get hurt. But I can promise you that what we are fighting for is real and it is worth fighting for and I will not stop fighting for it no matter what it costs me personally."

the old butler said to the royal guard. "What is it?" the guard asked. "I believe you are more matured than the rest and I know you will understand what I am about to say because you are experienced too." the old butler responded. Despite Mr Brown was way older than the guard, he expected him to have had enough knowledge of the recent happenings in the land. "I am all ears Sir." the guard said.

Probably all of the Olden Pack. Jax’s stomach dropped. This was the uneasy feeling he kept having. He knew that something was going to go wrong but Blake was so sure that nothing would. So they kept to their plan. “This is my army, Blake, and we will make sure that you don’t pass and make it to your meeting with the Elders.” Connor laughed at the sight of Blake and his little pack surrounded by the Olden pack. They were like sitting ducks, just ready for the plucking.

"Is there any reason why there's a need for it?" "The last time I checked, we are all acquainted with the City," Elder Elfreda looked around, probably trying to find a foreign face. "Even Emma can recite a chunk of the rules. "Perhaps does his highness feel that old age has creeped up on us for too long that we might start to forget what our ancestors preached to us?" "Your highness, I assure you, we are still very much agile." Their murmurs grew and I glanced at the guard by the door. He nodded and moved towards the door.

Old Master Chaffman felt white-hot anger coursing through him as he pointed sharply at Peace, saying, “Those secret guards that have died are very powerful. Oh my god, these people you offended must be from a second-class aristocratic family at least!” “Grandfather, I didn’t ask for this. How would I know that they’d be so strong! Sigh... What should I do now? I suggest that we end them soon or we’d be shamed for it. Others will laugh at us when they hear about this!” Peace could not help himself and tried to instigate Old Master Chaffman.

Old age was tirin "You better get started," Michael blurted. He looked over his two companions with red face. Irritation was eating hi "I'm afraid, I should say, it is we. It concerns all of us." He paused, glancing from time to time towards the two old men. "The number of my guards couldn't hold no longer guarding the walls Then, Marcus laughed that his face turned to red. Whether it was anger or insult, Josh could not tel "What are you guarding the wall, old man?" Michael asked. His anger rose from his voic

the bartender’s voice broke him from his thoughts and he turned to look at the older with confusion as the older before him seem to shift into another person like a broken disc. He could not pinpoint what era the man hails from as he appears to swiftly shift from one to the next, his dirty apron shifting to a long sleeve with a leather vest and pants a gun strapped to his waist, then shifting to wearing what look like a toga with a crown of laurels decorating his head. “It would not be long before the present dies with the past,” the older spoke mournfully. “And a future without a present is one I wouldn’t like to see.”

Way older. “I am the Keeper,” he announced, and hell, his voice made the walls vibrate. Not kidding. Like some weird frequency that rattled your bones. “Guardian of the old ways, defender of the blood magics your people so dumbly tried to wipe out.” The others turned their faces too, all moving in these jerky, off-putting ways. Nothing about them said “recent convert.” These folks? Relics. OG practitioners of whatever twisted magic was festering down here before the kingdom even had a name.

A dozen security guards surged into the room, all uniform in movement and professionally trained. He sneered, "These guards are all ex-military; you stand no chance against them. Drake and his underworld reign are over. No one cares about loyalty anymore. Expecting the Monroes to honor a 30-year-old favor? What a joke. Just like the scattered Dragon League after your father's death, it's with every man for himself."

immersive. Under one of the many Magnolia trees that littered the pack grounds an old man could be seen narrating a story to a bunch of kids. He was old Alfred one of the oldest members of the pack,once a great warrior an injury he received had made him feeble. Now he was a guardian of the younger generation guiding them forward. Clearing his throat he started his story. “ A very long time ago…” " How long ago pa Alfred?" One of the kids interrupted with a curious expression.