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We’ve all read them right? Those sappy romance novels, the ones where some handsome stranger rescues the damsel in distress. He’s wealthy like no other and adores the ground she walks on. There’s some life altering event, a struggle of some kind but it gets resolved and they live happily ever after. As cute as they are, and as much as those kind of books can distract you from whatever is going on, that’s just not how life works. Your daily tasks are boring as hell, you have to work your ass off with very little to show for it and if life throws you a curve ball it’s usually not some handsome prince but rather more issues to take care of. Real life just isn’t a fairytale and monsters aren’t real. Not in the fairytale sense of the word anyway. Right?? Meet Tara, after being abducted as a young girl, she unintentionally finds her way back to where she was born, completely unaware of the dangers she's about to face. She knows nothing about where she came from or who she really is. As it turns out, mosters are real and fairytales do hold some truth. Follow her in her quest to learn about her history and save all shifter-kind in the proces
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The last Guardian Thirty-two
Tara’s p.o.v. I’m restless. It’s been like this for a while now. There’s a burning sensation, deep within, like embers left to smolder for far too long, threatening to ignite if I don’t keep it contained. I can feel her stirring—the beast. Both of them, actually. I know it’s them, even if they’re not exactly the same, but they are. The wolf and the other.. the.. I dunno.. It doesn’t matter what they are. They are part of me, and they want out.The wolf is easier to deal with. She’s like the breeze on a warm spring day, playful, curious, and eager for a good run. I feel her nipping at the edges of my consciousness, her soft growls and happy whines as she tugs at my very essence. She’s impatient, wanting to chase, wanting to play. She’s a lot like me, in a way. Simple. Pure. She doesn’t understand the burden, the weight of everything that’s coming for me.Then there’s the other one. The one that burns and smolders beneath my skin like molten rock. The one that never sleeps, never calms
Last Updated : 2025-01-26The last Guardian Chapter thirty-one
The roar of the crowd was my symphony, their bloodthirsty cheers a melody that stirred something primal within me. I sat atop my throne, the pit sprawling before me like a stage, where shifters danced to the rhythm of life and death. My necklace of trophies, claws, and fangs rattled faintly with every shift of my weight, a subtle reminder of the victories I had claimed. These beasts needed to know their place. They were born with power, yes, but that power was raw, untamed, and ultimately inferior to human ingenuity and control. I’d built this empire to show them that.Tonight, I expected no less than the usual spectacle. Two shifters entered the pit, one young and trembling, the other bruised but defiant. I leaned forward slightly, intrigued. The older one, Christian, had been a prize catch, the rogue shifter known for his cunning. Breaking him would be a triumph, I thought that takings his wife and child’s lives all those years ago would have done the trick but here he stands, capt
Last Updated : 2025-01-26The last Guardian a little bonus for your patience
I watch from the shadows as Christian is dragged back to the cells. His head is lowered, his posture slumped, but there's something about him that doesn't break. His face is bloodied, a bruise already swelling beneath one eye, but his eyes, they're still burning with fire, still defiant, still unyielding. I can’t help but feel a flicker of something deep inside me. Hope? No. Maybe something worse.This place has taken so much from me,...so much from all of us. We’ve been chained and broken, forced to fight, to survive, to serve as entertainment for those who think they control our lives. And yet, here he is,..Christian, the rogue, the former guard, the legend, the one that brought bits of food and from what i heard, the one that saved so many when this all started.He’s not like the others. I can see it in the way he carries himself. The way his shoulders never fully slump, even when they shove him back into the cage. They throw him in like they’ve done to so many before him, and I ca
Last Updated : 2025-01-26The last Guardian Chapter thirty: In the pit
Christians p.o.v. The cold, metallic tang of blood hangs heavy in the air as I sit shackled in this cold cage, my wrists chafed raw from the heavy silver cuffs binding me to the rusted bars. The distant echo of a roar, equal parts agony and rage, sends shivers racing down my spine. my heart is pounding, not with fear for myself but for the others, those who had been dragged into this hellish nightmare alongside me.My breath comes in ragged gasps as I strain against my bindings, my body bruised and battered from the trap and manhandling that landed me here. I underestimated them, the hunters, or Clan’s men, however you wanna call them, who ambushed me in the early morning. Somehow they’d known I’d come, known how to subdue me, and now I’m trapped in the belly of the beast.From my position, I Can hear the muffled cheers and jeers of a crowd, their voices rising in a sickening crescendo.The faint, rhythmic thudding of footsteps echo down the muddy path, growing louder with each pass
Last Updated : 2025-01-26The last Guardian Chapter Twnety-Nine: Restless
Tara’s P.o.v: I stumbled into the cottage, each step heavier than the last. My legs quivering from the punishing combat drills, my arms screaming in protest at even the slightest movement. The door creaked as it closed behind me, the sound echoing faintly in the stillness of the night. I leaned against the sturdy wooden frame, allowing myself a r moment of vulnerability, and exhale a shuddering breath.The warmth of the cottage greets me, though it does little to soothe the storm raging within. My fingers tremble as I peeled off the sweat-soaked, dirt-streaked clothing clinging to my body. The day’s training was brutal, yet it paled in comparison to the shocking revelation that had emerged in the clearing: fire. Raw, uncontrollable fire that erupted from my hands with a fierce, primal hunger. I felt its heat, saw its searing glow, but now, as I stand here, the memory feels distant, almost unreal.“What the hell is happening to me?” I whisper into the quiet room, nearly expecting som
Last Updated : 2025-01-11The last Guardian Chapter Twenty-Eight: Trial by Fire
Sam’s p.o.v.The morning light slices through the trees, golden and unforgiving. I’m standing in the center of the clearing, arms crossed, waiting and watching as Tara trudges into view. Her steps are slower today, heavier. The exhaustion from yesterday’s training obviously lingering in the tightness of her movements and the slump of her shoulders. Still, there’s that familiar fire in her eyes as she looks up towards me, like a glimmer of stubborn resolve that refusing to be extinguished.Good. She’s going to need every ounce of that stubbornness for what’s coming.I’ve seen my share of battles, but even if only half of what Linda told me will come to be, it’s going to be a suicide mission if she’s not ready.“Tara,” I called, tossing her weighted gauntlets. She caught them, though the force of the throw made her stagger a bit, her muscles must be sore. “Today, we focus on endurance.”She stared at the gauntlets, then at me. She wisely keeps any protests herself, though I saw a flicke
Last Updated : 2025-01-11The last Guardian Chapter twenty-seven: The Cage of Despair
Christians P.O.V. The scent of blood and fear is absolutely suffocating. It clings to the humid air, mingling with the metallic tang of rust and despair. As I stumble forward, my shackled hands aching from the rough silver chains are biting into my wrists, I’m unsure of what’s awaiting me, but I’m certain it won’t be anything good. The sheer cacophony of smells that bombards my nose is sickening.The two guards flanking me are humans, wearing smug expressions and carrying cattle prods like they’re some kind of medieval wardens. They don’t say much, just the occasional grunt or barked command to keep me moving. The electric collar around my neck buzzing faintly is a constant reminder of my own stupidity. Every step I take feels heavier than the last, but I refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing me falter.They drag me through the barren lands that used to be a green oasis, the place we called home once, when high floodlights buzz to life overhead and blind me for a second or t
Last Updated : 2025-01-06The last Guardian Chapter Twenty-six: Mixed up
Linda’s P.o.v. I look at Tara standing at the edge of the clearing, her breath visible in the crisp morning air. Before her, Sam pacing like the restless predator he is, that boy has never been one to stay in one place for too long, what kept him here till now.. I’m guessing it’s fate and this moment right here. No one can prepare our dear Tara for what’s to come the way he can. I’m not entirely sure what his life looked like in the years after the raid, but from what little snippets the Goddess has shown me, it was a hard life. His gaze is sharp and assessing. Watching from the shadows, I breathe deeply. I saw the fire flash in her eyes again during yesterday’s training, the images that came to me during the night burned just as bright, I finally understand why her family tree has missing pieces, why no one ever wrote down exactly who started her bloodline from both sides of the family. Folding my hands neatly in front of me I try to calm my demeanor to hide the weight of
Last Updated : 2025-01-05The last Guardian Chapter twenty-five: Forging a warrior
The first rays of dawn spilled over the horizon, casting a golden light on the clearing behind the cottage. Sam stood in the middle, his arms crossed, a no-nonsense expression on his face and I am stood opposite him, sweat already dampening my clothes despite the cool morning air.“This isn’t going to be easy,” Sam said, his voice hard. “If you want to save your father, you’re going to have to push past every limit you think you have. Your strength, your endurance, your mind—it all has to sharpen. The bastards that have Christian won’t go easy on you, and neither will I.”I clenched my fists, I had been in a brawl or two in high school, I knew how to throw a punch. “I’m ready.” I said determined.He smirked, the scar on his face creating a hauntingly eerie grimace, the fact that the smile didn’t reach his eyes adding to the overall menacing look. “We’ll see.”The first exercise was deceptively simple: running. But not just any running. Sam led me up steep hills, through dense forests,
Last Updated : 2025-01-04
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Chapter one: Just another day in paradise
We’ve all read them right? Those sappy romance novels, the ones where some handsome stranger rescues the damsel in distress. He’s wealthy like no other and adores the ground she walks on.There’s some life altering event, a struggle of some kind but it gets resolved and they live happily ever after.As cute as they are, and as much as those kind of books can distract you from whatever is going on, that’s just not how life works. Your daily tasks are boring as hell, you have to work your ass off with very little to show for it and if life throws you a curve ball it’s usually not some handsome prince but rather more issues to take care of.Real life just isn’t a fairytale and monsters aren’t real. ... ... Or at least not in the fairytale sense of the word anyway.That being said, let me introduce myself;My name is Tara, 26 years old and pretty much a plain Jane.Although I’m relatively tall for a girl, about 5.9 without heels, I’m nothing special to look at, not thick, not thin but so...
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