Winter Guardians Novels & Stories

I clear my throat and begin. "Although these two have only recently joined us at the Winter pack, they have both settled in so well, that no one would know its only been two months. They have the respect and admiration of everyone they interact with, because they emulate loyalty and trust in return every second of every day. They have worked incredibly hard with our security teams, training them and pushing them to be better than they already are. Their loyalty is something to be hold and that is why we are appointing Chant and Jay Ackles as our Epsilons, the guardians of the Winter pack, reporting to the beta's and help us all stay safe and protected." I feel that tingle in the back of my h

"So, going back, you need to uncover what is beneath the surface. You need to know everything about the Black Wolf Clan, if you want to win the war. And in order to do that, you need to find the two guardians who holds the keys to the truth. The two guardians represents the balance of our world. The Lightness and the Dark. The Life and the Death. The Virtue and the Sin. The Yin and the Yang. The Supernova and the Dark Star—" "The first guardian belongs to the Yin side. The Dark Star. He loves to blend with the shadows and the silence and serenity of the night serves as his sanctuary and personal haven. But rest assured, despite of his reserved façade, beneath it is a guardian who is pure, pe

“You’ve heard of them.” “Yes,” I said quietly. “But only fragments.” “That was intentional,” he replied. “Their existence was erased from most records.” Winter crossed his arms. “You elves erase a lot of inconvenient truths.” Thalanor didn’t deny it. “The Wardens were not weapons,” he continued. “They were anchors. Living bindings designed to contain convergence points—places where catastrophic forces pressed against our world.” My breath hitched. “Like the seals.” “Yes. But stronger. More… personal.”

Witch guardian stood at the front, her sharp gaze scanning the faces of warriors, witches, and guardians who had all united under a single purpose… to defend their family and home. The guardians surrounded Witch Guardian as she prepared protective wards around the packhouse. Her hands glowed with energy as she muttered ancient incantations, creating shimmering barriers to protect the vulnerable. Sweat dripped from her brow, but she didn’t falter, knowing the lives of many depended on her magic. The warriors moved to their positions. Groups of werewolves sharpened their claws and teeth, shifting into their wolf forms, their fur gleaming under the dim light. The vampires, with their speed and

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

The "Sparrow" sub didn’t so much dock as it did collapse into the Hangar Cradle (a magnetic docking station designed to catch damaged vessels) of the Aegis Refuge. This wasn't the jagged, cold architecture of the Trench. The Refuge was a "Safe-Haven"—a pressurized dome hidden inside a dormant volcanic vent, where the water was naturally warmed and the walls were lined with a soft, bioluminescent moss that absorbed the Background Radiation (the lingering energy from the Isotope) and turned it into a calming amber light.

He came dangerously close, and I held my breath, not daring to breathe. "They came through here for sure, but it looks like they're gone now," the blonde said, walking up, looking over the landscape. Then he nodded toward the warehouse. "Come on. Balista'll have a fit if we leave the warehouse unguarded for too long, especially with wolves on the way." The brunette nodded, raising his arm. "Okay, men! Move out!" A moment later, they all headed back to the warehouse, resuming their posts.

The other wolves ran ahead and chased down the Rogues that followed Tristan back to the Pack and questioned them in the Council lock down. "We will take Tristan back to my cabin, not his mansion. I cannot chance to,have him out of my sight until he wakes. Shunee, and any others are welcome to wait till he wakes up. We will take shifts guarding him in case a Rogue slipped past us during the attack." Rex ordered. "Makai, you are guardian of 2 Royal Alphas." Shunee said. "No harm will come to either or I'll take your head myself." She glared at Makai with fire red eyes.

Making my way along the long line of kennel-like structures, there’s not a single shifter left with the strength to howl loud enough for Chief Marcus to hear all the way at his lavish office. Last time we saw a free shifter within the barrier is over a week ago. Noah, our second in command and younger brother to Chief Marcus, shot it down. The female wolf in her mid-fifties was almost as skinny as the ones we have in holding right here. I doubt she would’ve been howling at the moon had she survived.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.