When Guardian Leviosa の小説・ストーリー

It shouldn’t be right. Idris ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “So, what? Are you saying she’s supposed to stay here? Become some kind of… Rift Queen?” The guardian’s lips curled in something almost like amusement. “She already is.” A dead silence followed. Lena felt the world tilt beneath her feet. “No,” Cassian snapped, stepping between them again. “No, you’re wrong.” “I do not speak in possibilities,” the guardian said smoothly. “Only truths.”

She was no longer just Catherine Rothschild's daughter trying to escape a legacy of violence, or even a pack member seeking to belong. She was Luna Rose's mother, and she would kill anyone who threatened her child or any other innocent. The federal government could try to contain that kind of protective fury, could attempt to manage or direct it, but they could never truly control someone whose primary loyalty was to safeguarding the helpless. The war wasn't over—it might never be over. But Lisa had finally discovered exactly who she was meant to be in the fighting: not a victim or a target, but a guardian who would stand between danger and innocence regardless of the cost.

I ask. Celine smiles. "You are not just any guardian celestial wolf," she says. "You are the leader of the army of celestial wolves. The Luna Guardian. You’ll be the one leading all the celestial wolves in the war that’s coming." My mind is racing. I can't believe it. I'm the Luna Guardian. The leader of the celestial wolves. “That sounds like a lot…” I say and look at my feet. "I don't know if I can do it," I say, my voice filled with doubt.

This incident was fabricated by Leo to attract attention. Transaction records confirmed that Stephen had been living in Riveria. All the conditions— studying under the Grand Marshal, bringing peace to Riveria, and promoting Riveria’s development, were met. Headquarters immediately issued an announcement. “Stephen has been living in Riveria. Riveria is the way it is today thanks to him. Leo Cross deliberately spread false rumors for clout. He has confessed to this. From now on, he is permanently banned from all online platforms, live streaming, and stage appearances.”

When Leo strokes his fingers through my hair and massages my scalp, that feels nice. “What did you do to her soul?” Jake asks as he massages my calves. “I called Xavius forward. He is the Guardian of the Gate of Purgatory. We made a deal, her soul for the damned.” I tell them when warm fingers draw soothing circles on my exposed stomach. The sparks travel everywhere. “What did you do?” Gabe asks, and I bite my lip as I close my eyes, feeling the sparks from their touches as it makes my stomach tighten. It has been a while since we have done anything like this.

Kicking his body in one of the plots. The small task force guarded the front of the bunker, Levi tossed a flash grenade downstairs, stunning the warriors guarding the door. Levi took the stairs two at a time, firing his AK47 at the remaining warriors, and checking the other rooms. Following his lead, Majestic sniffed each door to locate our missing Lunas.

Meant to be heard. Lucia. Even before I saw her, I knew. The air changes. It smelled like rose oil and envy — sweet enough to rot. She stopped in front of the cell, the torchlight clinging to her the way it always did to Father’s favorite child. Her hair glowed gold, her white cloak spotless against the filth around her. She looked like a savior descending into the dungeon — and she knew it. “Well,” she says, her voice light, too casual. “The fallen Omega still breathes.”

“You’ll shoot me, Roman? After all the years you spent running in circles around your guilt?” Roman’s jaw tightened. Eden took a slow breath. “This ends here.” Valeska smiled. “Then let’s make it count.” With a flick of her hand, the monolith began to hum louder. The rings spun faster, lights pulsing. And then the chamber shuddered. Doors slammed shut. Alarms wailed. Kessler’s voice broke through the earpiece, panicked. “You’ve triggered a defense lock. She’s activating Project Caldera!” Valeska raised her voice over the sound. “I built this as a legacy, Eden. You were meant to lead it. You still can.”

He looked at me when I came in and something passed over his face — guilt, maybe, or the beginning of an argument he had already tried and lost. And then I saw Finn. He was standing near the door, slightly behind my father's chair, exactly where a bodyguard was supposed to stand. He was still, straight, with his eyes forward. Like last night had happened to someone else entirely. I looked at him for one second and then made myself look away. "Sit down, Levrae," my father said. I sat. He didn't waste time. That was always his way. He told me about Lucas Thatcher. The Alpha Prince of Moonpack. The alliance that had been in discussion for months. The agreement that had finally been settled.