Artemis Fowl: The Last Guardian นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You guys will be fine. Just hang in there.” She increased the output. Artemis activated the mystic art. After all, she was Athena’s little sister, so she wasn’t weak by any standard. Even if she had been tricked and was trapped inside Rashomon, she still had her trump card. She spat out a beam of blue light from her mouth— a magical treasure. It instantly self-destructed, shaking the space and blowing up a spatial hole out of it. Pitch-black, nobody knew where it led to. The explosion even disabled the confinement spell on Alex and Donovan temporarily.

It was unbearably shameful for him so he couldn't take it. Blinded by rage and shame, he took out the silver dragger, a special weapon he had made to kill Deus with, and raised it high in the air, ready to plug it in his heart. Luna saw it coming before Deus did. Wanting to protect her love, she came in between the dragger and Deus. That's when she felt it. The silver dagger piercing her heart and splitting it into two. She turned around and fell right in Deus's arm. She wanted to talk to him and tell him how much she loved him one last time. However, no words came out. And just like that, she stopped breathing. The last face she saw before closing her eyes was the terrified face of Deus.

"The Wolfe family was powerful. Your mother knew it. I knew it. They had something we needed, and they refused to share it." "So you burned them." "I protected what was mine." Dante stepped around Fenris, positioning himself between his son and the window. His gray eyes were hard, unforgiving. "And I will do it again if I have to. But first, I need you to find the last heir." Fenris met his father's gaze. "Why?" "She is the only loose end. The only witness who could tie us to the fire." "The fire was eight years ago. The police closed the case. No one is looking."

he said quietly. "It's a maze." Emma looked around the room. Every exit had been sealed by thick steel doors. The hidden chamber that had once felt like a sanctuary had become a prison. Then Marcus' voice echoed once again through the speakers. "Welcome to the Carter Vault." His laughter filled the room. "If you're hearing my voice, then congratulations." "You've reached the place your grandfather tried so hard to protect." Emma's eyes narrowed. "What does he want?" Liam shook his head. "I don't know."

Then—just as Sebastian stepped through the Hartwell gates—he ran straight into Vivian, who'd been waiting impatiently for Nathan and Nathan Jr. And in that moment, the system's cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind: [Mission complete. Transmission initiating now.] A blinding white light flashed, and my soul vanished from this world without a trace. Sebastian's body went rigid. His eyes reddened without warning. "After everything," he whispered, "you still wouldn't give me a chance." He shoved past the stunned Vivian and walked away, never looking back. Vivian barely had time to process the shock of seeing my corpse—before she found herself staring into Nathan's bloodshot, terrifying eyes.

The creation of the seals. The imprisonment of something terrible. And finally…… a mural showing a gigantic silver wolf chained before a glowing crystal. The guardian. The protector of the Second Seal. At the bottom of the painting, written in ancient runes glowing softly beneath torchlight, were four words. Lucien translated them quietly. His voice barely above a whisper. "The Last Fang of Heaven." A heavy silence followed. Because somewhere ahead, beyond miles of ancient tunnels and forgotten halls, the Last Fang of Heaven was dying. And Matthias was waiting beside him.

“Easy for you to say.” “You reacting is exactly what they want.” Two armored figures blocked the bridge ahead before we could move further. Sentinels. The lanterns cast a warm glow over the scene, and beneath their soft light, the silver-black armor of the guards sparkled, adorned with strange symbols that meant nothing to me. Suddenly, spears were crossed in front of us, a sharp and ominous barrier. One of the guards stared right at me with a look of pure disgust. “You brought a fracture into neutral territory.”

" Artemis bellowed, his voice cracking with desperation. His eyes settled on his daughter—his strong Alpha heir, now a public spectacle in chains. The sight ripped him apart. His fists shook as if only just managing to restrain himself from tearing each guard limb from their body. But the guards were quicker. He was rushing to reach her when two of Rafe's men shoved him with a hard push. Artemis stumbled onto the ground, dust flying under his palms. A bellow of rage came from him as he tried to stand again, only to be pushed back down by another guard's shove. His age and injuries had made him weak, and against Rafe's professional soldiers, he was nothing.

She wore the Luna’s crest on her shoulder like armor, though it weighed more than it had ever done before. “We need to reorganize the patrol routes,” Elder Harlin said, his gaze sliding not to her, but to Aria. “Given the rogue activity near the northern border, perhaps… a fresh perspective is in order.” “I agree,” Aria said smoothly before Nicole could speak. “I noticed yesterday that the guards near the river seem lax. I could personally oversee a new schedule—if that’s acceptable.” It was the way she said it—soft, deferential on the surface, but laced with the implication that Nicole had failed in her duty.

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”