Romans & histoires When Guardian Leviosa

Gaia cooed, dragging her fingers through my hair as she shifted closer, “You’re still upset, aren’t you? About that blind pup? You don’t have to think about her anymore. I’m here now. I’ll make you forget her.” “Can you?” I murmured, cupping her face and staring at her wide dark green eyes. An image of Aquamarine’s bloodshot eyes immediately flashed in my mind. I closed my eyes and bit my tongue. But before I could push Gaia away, the door opened without a knock. Levi. Levi stepped inside, holding something in his hand. His eyes were cold and his lips were pressed to a thin line. He didn’t spare Gaia a glance. He didn’t even bow. He just marched straight to me.

“Does this mean anything to you?” "The odd-looking script is familiar to me. “It’s one of the old languages that was created during the wars between the vampires and the shifters. The Nelo Clan was prominent back then. It had a female leader named Jean Sanguinite. She’s my ancestor. Jean was prominent in creating the language, and she turned the tides of the war.”

Her gaze shifted ever so slightly, but there was no telling what was on her mind. … Zeke placed down the phone and looked toward the middle-aged man in a blue shirt standing before him in a mansion. “Guardian Coridon.” Zeke bowed down to express his respect. Eden Joy employed five guardians, and they were named Palace, Trade, Cornelius, Odele, and Coridon. They would go by the identity of businessmen in the different parts of Skyriv on usual days. The outsiders were completely unaware that they were peak-level grandmasters. In fact, some had already reached the warlord level.

“Your survival is thanks enough.” Aldric looked up, his eyes steady and kind. “I only did my duty, Luna. The blood of Selene runs in you — that’s all the reason I ever needed.” For a moment, Leora almost forgot the exhaustion pressing down on her. Almost. Then Aldric cleared his throat. “If I may, my lady... I am aware that Commander Theron now serves as your guardian…” Leora nodded. “Yes. He’s been with me since I returned from the human world.”

As we did so, the memory of the previous night came to me and I decided to ask the question that she had so much postponed for too long. "Ma Levine," I called her and she replied me with a small grunt. "I would love for you to tell me now who they are." "Who are these they?" Ma Levine asked as she turned to face me. "Well, the three maids who visited me last night," I muttered as I shrugged. "Well, the so called guardians." "Guardians?" I and Ma Levine turned to our right where the voice that had spoken came from and I jerked, some of the rose in my basket falling to the ground in my sudden movement. "Who are the guardians?" Desiree, Beta to the Lycan King, asked.

The head guardian eyed them suspiciously "Of course," Helixia replied, she slowly pulls out a star light crystal celestial and carefully hands it over to the guards. The Guardian warriors, quickly stepped back fear written all over their faces. "A real celestial token, But how...?"

"And I'm waiting for my guardian to join me." Levina's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth forming a silent 'O' of understanding. "The Queen?" She repeated, her voice filled with awe and disbelief. "But why?" I shook my head, knowing that I couldn't reveal the full extent of my plans to Levina. "It's complicated," I replied, my voice tinged with regret. "But I have to do this, Levina. I don’t really have a choice. It was an order. Hopefully, it will be for a good cause."

I felt the pulse of the world beneath my feet—not as a grid of data, but as a living, breathing collective of four billion stories. "We are the Kings of a graveyard, Gianna," Nevan whispered, his grey eyes turning to the horizon. "No," I said, looking at our son. "We are the Guardians of the Garden." Leo was standing at the edge of the olive grove, his silhouette tall and lean against the fading light. He was ten years old, but his eyes held the depth of the billion souls he had helped to free. He was no longer the Heir to a throne of gold; he was the bridge to a new humanity. He spent his days not in white rooms, but in the dirt, helping the Syndicate refugees build a world that didn't need

Liam asked. “There was a power surge that caused the door elevator to have a technical issue. We’ll have it working in no time. Please use the stairs for now.” one of the men replied. “Okay.” Liam said and then continued with the stairs to Rissa’s room. Lily also used the stairs to go to her father’s room. Liam arrived in Rissa’s room and met Drax, who was already there, sitting by Rissa’s bed side. “Guess who I shared the elevator with just now...” He said as he entered the room.

That felt like a dagger piercing my heart repeatedly. Actually, I am a guardian to a mafia king, Romano Starvo. We called him Lord Romano, but not me. I called him father. He found me on the lying road almost lifeless when I was ten and kept me under his roof. In return, I served him. I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity.