Why Is Gamora'S Sister Important In Guardians?

I was Apollo’s most devoted follower, the lover he handpicked from a sea of worshippers. With me, he’d always shed his divine arrogance. He was so tender, so attentive. I actually thought he loved me to the bone. Until seven days before our Consort Ceremony, when I used my gift of prophecy to peek into our future together. I expected to see a lifetime of blinding love. Instead, I saw him violently tangled in the sheets with my adopted sister, Cassandra. Wrapped around him, Cassandra giggled. "You're so good to me, my Lord. Thanks to you, I'll finally get my sister's Sight and take her place as High Priestess." And Apollo—my god, my lover—smiled down at her with pure adoration. "Whatever makes you happy, little bird. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have played pretend for this long, let alone allow her to become a god's consort." In that split second, my heart turned to ash. My faith shattered into a million pieces. With seven days left until the ceremony, I didn't confront them. Instead, I fell to my knees before the altar of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. "I offer you my gift of prophecy. I will be your most loyal follower in exchange for your sanctuary." "Please. Take me away from here. Take me somewhere Apollo can never find me."

When the world was young, the Lord of the Heavens chose ordinary human beings to guard the knowledge of the civilizations. Three beings were gifted with immense power to protect the Chamber only they know where it was hidden. But an evil and malicious being was released from his prison and threatened to destroy the world. And a new set of Guardians have to be chosen. Tivona, Aedre and Parisa were chosen as the new Guardians. Despite their differences, they learned to get along. But...as every person has a past, so is every one of them. And their pasts may be their weakness or their strength to determine their role as Guardians and keeper of the Chamber of knowledge.

Since the death of her mother, Nikita Azarova has been traveling with her father, who is an archaeologist. On one research trip, her father brings her to an ancient city of Angkor, where she hopes to get a sense of connection with her mother's birthplace. Instead, something happens when they arrive at the Lost City. Soon, Nikita discovers the secret that leads her to activate the Lunar Gate and plunge herself into another realm where gods and demons exist. There are quests to prove courage and friendship tie, the love interests that test the young girl's naive heart. Everything that happens to Nikita is out of this world -literally.

Five sisters with the power to control the elements reach out to their allies for help, as they prepare to fight an evil scourge intent on destroying everything. After losing their parents in an attack, and watching their home burn. The oldest sister, Akasha, is left to take over her parents' role and protect her sisters as they struggle to cope with the loss of everyone and everything they know. A prince in a struggle of his own is sent on an impossible mission to spy on the enemies and find out who they are after, only to discover the sisters and become emotionally attached as he aids them in their quest, and helps them prove to his father their worth. Battles ensue as they fight to protect themselves, fall in love, and learn how to use their powers as they fight to stop the scourge.

She was born on a cursed night, abandoned at the gates of a dying citadel with nothing but a broken pendant and a black mark burned into her chest like a brand from heaven itself. For thirteen years, the girl with no name dug spirit stones from the earth while nobles crushed her beneath their boots and called her property. They took everything. Her name. Her freedom. Her right to bleed without permission. They forgot one thing. Even the forsaken have teeth. Beneath a collapsed forbidden cave, Amaya finds something the heavens buried on purpose. An ancient corpse. A forgotten throne. A cultivation scripture so cursed even the gods refused to claim it. The Ashen Heaven Scripture does not reward talent or noble blood. It feeds on suffering. On hatred. On every scar they carved into her body and every scream they forced her to swallow. She was the perfect vessel. Now the slave girl climbs. Not for justice. Not for mercy. Not even for freedom. She climbs because every cultivator who ever looked at her like she was nothing will one day look up at the sky and realize the darkness descending is her. The heavens cast her away. She will return the favor.

My sister was the golden child, the pride of our family, but she had a rare blood disorder that required treatments costing thousands every month. To keep her alive, I became her personal blood donor, working nonstop to pay for her care and delivering food all day and night. But one day, she nearly died from hemorrhaging after trying to abort a pregnancy. That’s when I learned the child she was carrying belonged to my boyfriend. When I confronted him, he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he dragged me to the operating table himself. “You were born to be her blood bank. Dying for her? It’s the best thing you’ll ever do.” I was left there, bleeding out, my life slipping away with every drop. But as death closed in, something changed. The people who once hoped I’d disappear—the ones who used me, betrayed me—they all began to unravel, losing their insanity.