The Owl House Golden Guard Novels & Stories

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!”

Vivenne replied, rolling her eyes. “Good to hear,” Alfred said. “Because if you were, my opinion of you was about to plummet.” Olivia couldn’t take her eyes off Jonathan. She’d never seen a wolf so big, and she’d definitely never seen one with golden fur. “Is he…is he a wolf of gold?” she stuttered. She thought Wolves of Gold were only fairy tales, legends in the werewolf world that likely never existed. But here was Jonathan, super-sized and donning golden fur.

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.”

I looked at the forest. The gold-skinned man was standing up. His wound was closing. "The Gold gene doesn't die, Ethan," he laughed. "It just adapts." He pointed behind us. The Silver-Oak estate wasn't burning anymore. It was glowing. "The funeral is over," the Ryder child said. "The harvest is here." A thousands gold-skinned wolves stepped out of the trees. Who is the Architect now, and why is Caleb the only one who can see the truth?

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!"

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

Just as I was about to stand and protest too, the council doors were opened wide and Fallon Shepard came through with a contingent of guards surrounding him looking refreshed and well rested unlike the promise of a cell he was supposed to be kept in. “Gentlewolves.” He stated as he fiddled with a golden pin on his lapel, the smooth wulfenite crystal catching in the light and sending a shimmer of red everywhere.

“Crabface!” Everyone took a short glance at Robynn and Errol from afar. Lana and Owl finished one of the Silverhounds. “What the hell are they doing?” Owl asked her, pissed off that the other two were joking around. “I-I don’t know,” she answered. “Is he trying to distract him?” “Maybe.” Owl looked at the other side. Suddenly, a red, glowing seal emerged from the ground, indicating that the other moonchild was prepared to launch his archaic attack.