Winter Guardians Novels & Stories

Azura- Arriving at the docks, I instructed Jade to get rid of the car, since Arion now knew what we were driving. While she did that, with the help of Kellan, I walked down the pier with Cyran. He hasn’t said a word this entire time. I figured his mind was out of sorts.

– Kurt says, losing his big smile. 11 top-of-the-range, black Mercedes vans with tinted windows stop at the border of Creek Pack. A man dressed in a black suit gets out of the car in front, and everyone else follows him. They were all dressed the same. Black jeans, and a black t-shirt with a golden and red symbol on the left side of the chest. The symbol was round. A perfect golden circle. Inside, there was a red wolf howling at the golden moon. Above, in golden letters, was written "Council" and below "Guardians".

He paused for a while, then continued to speak. "I work for an organization called the GOH,Guardians of the Hex. We fight all sort of bad, human and non human. We use advanced technology and combat to fight our enemies" he emphasized. Confusion struck me.I didn't know how to react. I felt proud of my father, I also felt angry at him for abandoning his family to save the world. As I lifted my gaze, I saw my father looking back at me, I smiled, hoping he could not see the anger within me as I was embarrassed to show my true feelings to people I hadn’t known that long.

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

Damon shoots me a sharp look, “Because they are dangerous. Harming them incurs a terrible wrath. They’ve been around for a very long time.” “But what are they?” I demand, feeling unsettled by his description. Damon stares at me, “Bewaarders is a word from the ancient language. It means ‘custodians’. The Bewaarders are a long line of custodians.They keep the balance between the world of the Others and the Humans.” My brows knit together, “Custodians of what?” Damon lets out a bark of laughter, “How do you not know this? Every shifter was told about this from a young age. The boogeyman. They themselves might be humans with some powers but they guard the wrath that can befall the world.”

"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.