The Old Guard Novels & Stories

"Kieran. He's leading the Old Guard." She stared at me. "That's not possible." "I know what I heard." "He wouldn't. He loves you. He believes in you." I looked at her. "Then why is he leading our enemies?" She didn't answer. --- Aldric spoke from the bed. "I told you." I turned. "Told me what?" "The Old Guard. They don't just take. They break. They twist. They turn." He sat up slowly. His amber eyes were tired. "They got to me. They got to Vera. They got to Marcus. They got to Jakel. And now they have him."

Late one night, I came across a post asking everyone to share their wedding photos. I was about to leave mine in the comments when I saw a pinned reply. It was a set of wedding photos of my wife and my cousin. My mind went blank. I clicked into the poster's profile. There were more than a hundred posts, and almost all of them were wedding photos. I scrolled all the way down and opened the first one. At the top of the comments was a message from my childhood best friend: [Finally public! I've been waiting forever for this. Wishing you two a lifetime together!] Right below it was my mother's comment: [You both look wonderful. Take good care of each other.] There were also comments f

but I quickly composed myself. I walked out of the tent and saw Kaelen standing outside the wire fence. In just a few months, he looked ten years older. The once spirited Alpha now had a scruffy beard and sunken eyes. His clothes were covered in dust and grime. When he saw me, his eyes instantly turned red. He ignored the guards and tried to rush over. "Elara! It's really you!" He reached out to hug me, but I took a cold step back. "Kaelen, show some respect. We are no longer mates."

The Heyden estate was even more imposing up close than it had been from the security perimeter during the birthday party. Daveson stood in the circular driveway, his single duffel bag slung over his shoulder, watching the way morning light caught the marble columns of the main entrance. Everything about this place screamed old money and calculated power.

I hold her gaze until the door cuts her off. “See that wasn't so difficult was it?” The old man leans back. “And when your friend comes—and I know she will—we’ll be ready for her.” I don’t reply. A knock sounds at the door. Another guard pokes his head in. “Sir, the perimeter is clear. No sign of anyone approaching.” The old man’s expression doesn’t change. “I didn’t ask for an update.” The guard falters. “I’m sorry, sir. I thought—”

But it would free up Uriel to do what he does best, and I wouldn’t have to step into his shoes again, fuck knows how the man isn’t a raving drunk. The Old Guard are exactly what they sound like. A regiment of battle seasoned, tough as old boots, no nonsense, hard assess. If they can’t impart some wisdom and be the role models these half wits need, then we may have to cut our losses before they drag us down. I have no idea how standards have become so low. Last year was hard work, but we managed to create some solid soldiers. This year it’s like the men in front of me think they have signed up for a holiday camp.

the old maid said smirking in pride as I saw Maverick's face go pale. " What the fuck? What are they doing here? Don't tell me they are here... Fuck. Thank you so much, bro " Maverick said in one breath to the maid who pat the shoulder of Maverick in motherly love. He hold my hand to run but we stopped. " Maverick!? What a pleasant coincidence! Come on in " our head snapped to the voice coming from the distance. I saw a beautiful old lady walking towards us with a beaming face. In hurry, the maid excuses us who sound very loyal and friendly to Maverick. The beautiful old woman hugged Maverick and that was it. It didn't take me more explanation to know that she is Maverick's mother. In realis

The Old man smiled, “isn't she, we should be worried about” The young man was confused, “then who?” he asked confused. The old man looked at him and said, "it is people like us” He frowned confused, the old man patted his back “when the time comes, don't expose yourself, until it is safe” The young man was agitated, “but Grandpa, I am a protégé” he protested. The Old man sighed, “we have plenty of proteges here” The young man was stunned, he looked at his grandfather with wide eyes, “are those unborn children…” he barely complete his speech, when the old man waved his hand.

Torrez stood somewhere beside him, as a pillar of strength and support. As the sun cast its golden rays upon the assembly, a hush fell over the crowd. The elders of the pack, adorned in their traditional garb, stepped forward, their weathered faces reflecting a lifetime of wisdom and experience. Among them was Elder Gideon, the oldest pack member alive, whose voice carried the weight of authority.

His personality surpassed those of their Head Guard. The Guardian's favorite expression was looking bored. When the jerk opened his mouth, he could make babies weep, merfolks cower, and the best of guards second-guessed themselves. Merfolks thought he would have become the Antarctican Head Guard. The revelation made every other pod uneasy, including ours. Aquant's grandfather was a beast but he had an old-fashioned way of doing things. Guardian Torus's were cutthroat.