The Owl House Golden Guard Novels & Stories

It was Leah, with the cabin’s first aid kit and a flashlight. The moon reappeared, and now Shannon could make out Larry securing Duffy’s hands behind his back with handcuffs. The fight had left Duffy’s companion the moment Larry had quite literally shot the pistol out of his hand. But just in case either one of the intruders got twitchy, the man that Pete had referred to as Larry’s uncle seemed to be taking great pleasure in leveling his shotgun at both intruders to ensure they remained cooperative. Shannon saw the lights of police cars and ambulances coming down the long driveway toward the cabin, and she stood and waved her arms.

“Someone has to balance your charm.” Luca laughed quietly, a soft sound that didn’t belong in the tense pre-dawn air. Ghost couldn’t help but notice it, the way it cut through the anxiety, grounding him in a way he hadn’t felt in years. By mid-morning, the Serpents were in position. The warehouse loomed in the distance, metal walls gleaming under the gray sky. Ghost crouched on the ridge above, binoculars trained on the perimeter. Scouts moved along the fence, rifles slung carelessly, confident that nothing would happen today.

Then trotted towards my room. It wasn't the end of the realm just yet. And exactly like Keyleth words, Aunt Aurelia stood cross armed in front of my door, the bridges of her shoulders so straight and even, there was no doubt why she was chosen as a general. “I’d start with what the fuck was that Oliver, but then that would be going against the orders your father laid for me.” Aunt Aurelia sighed when I got to her. “You have five goddamn minutes to shift out of your wolven form and meet me at the court yard.”

Gunner moves his hips back and forth, pretending he is spanking something in front of him, while making a high pitch moaning sound, “Oh, Kill… You hot alpha heir who is madly smitten by me…Yeah, pump my wolf out of me and make me your Luna…” He looks and sounds so comical doing it that I have a hard time holding my laughter when my dad and his beta open the front doors to the pick-up truck. Making Gunner and me stand in attention and swallow our laughter. The two doors behind them open, too. Revealing, no other than Gio and his mom, Vilma. The Guardians. Members of the wolf blood council. What are they doing here? “What are you guys doing here just standing like idiots?” My dad, ladies and g

he said. I nodded my head and said, “Ok. Be safe.” “I will,” he told me before walking out of the house. I did as he told me and locked the backdoor behind him. I stood between the living room and the kitchen, watching the area through the windows and listening. I heard the shifting of a wolf and I figured it was Owen letting Jet out to check the area. I stood there and waited to see what would happen. Suddenly, I heard Owen howl loudly close to the house. There was a distant howl that came back, but it was way up north. It must have been on the pack territory. What was going on?

I hugged Elvie and watched from my bedroom tower window as they spent three hours hauling precious items. “Last one, it’s the big one!” Beldon cried, now completely wasted and tottering around. Most of the other Rogues had gone to bed, he was watching every single item surface, whooping as he wrote down weights and quality. Slowly, the groans of the men audible even from my third storey window saw a huge mound of gold. It had ears, a snout, and a long lupine body. A huge golden wolf almost as tall as me. “THAT’S THE JACKPOT!” Beldon roared. “Get it boxed and on that truck! We can sort the rest out tomorrow, I want that packing up now, no damage at all!”

She slowly opens her eyes and casually looks around without moving her head. ‘What is it, Hera?’ ‘We’re being watched.’ ‘Can you see them?’ ‘No, but I can smell them.’ I feel through our bond, noting that while she’s on alert, she’s not sensing any danger. “See, Jodan, I told you she was a Guardian. You can tell by their eyes.” “Only the Guardians have golden eyes.” “What do you think she’s doing here?” “I don’t know, should we ask her?” “Dominic never likes it when we bother him.”

But his deadly shot eyes only say one thing, Eleanor belonged to him. After sometime he finally reached the high peaks, Owen pulled up to the gate, but his tires screeched to a halt. A shimmering wall of blue energy blocked the entrance. The Newton wards were up. "Open the gate!" he shouted at the guards. The guard looked at him with pity. "Alpha Owen. We have strict orders. You are not allowed to step foot on these grounds." "She’s my mate!" Owen roared, his eyes flashing red. "She is a Newton," the guard replied firmly. "And you have been rejected. Leave before we are forced to remove you."

"Welcome back to the arena, Eloise." "Director Ronan, thank you for honoring my name," I reply, bowing my head. "I will use my full spirit to bring this character to life." Meanwhile, back in the Alpha King's Chamber at the Dominion Hall, Lucan is not willing to risk a single hair on my head. He stares down at his beta aide, his voice carrying the weight of a royal decree. "Station three squads of elite Silverclaw guardians in the shadows of the arena. Protect Eloise's human body with your lives, and tear the throat out of any suspicious wolf who dares to step within three paces of her!"

They buried his body in the Shimmergrove, where golden blossoms grew even in winter. As Elizabeth touched his tombstone, her wolf whispered, “He was more than a mystic. He was a watcher. A guardian of our kind.” Whispers had started in the capital. Word of the battle had spread, twisted by rumor and fear. “The Golden Wolf is a curse.” “She woke something ancient.” “She’s not a Luna. She’s a weapon.” Despite the victory, the court grew divided. Allies questioned her loyalty. Some even questioned the mate bond. A week after their return, a council was summoned.