Artemis Fowl: The Last Guardian Novels & Stories

"I met her at a party the other week. Actually, I met her at a diner. I felt something was off when I met her. Since her wolf was suppressed at the time, I couldn't make out whether she was a wolf or a human. She smelt of both at the same time. I noticed her necklace and wanted to know more. So I found her at a high school party she went to. We spoke a bit there. Then I was with her during her first shift at school. That is where my wolf Tye and I confirmed she was our mate. We grew a friendship within our time of knowing each other. She spent the day yesterday at my lake house with my friends and then the night there. She has acknowledged she is my mate, too, through her wolf. She has a lot

Except a folded piece of parchment. She unfolded it. Only one sentence remained. The last pages were not destroyed. They were hidden by the last Guardian. Everyone stared. Aldren’s face drained of color. “No…” Elara looked up. “What is it?” He whispered almost to himself, “I thought the Guardians had all died.” Riven’s grip tightened on his sword. “If one survived…” “…then someone has been protecting the truth all this time.” Before anyone could speak again… A distant explosion shook the chamber.

In some of these underground locations, he carried discussions about illegal-I mean legal- transportation of his oils. To my right, I caught the musky scent of old novels. Quite attracted to the familiarity it brought, I skimmed my fingertips over their spines, unaware of the dust bunnies that followed. I sneezed, recoiling my hand. Rubbing my nose, I looked overhead at the slightly skewed hung-up portrait. I noticed the three people I hated the most and cursed at them before shifting my gaze upwards. Master Thelowar hung planets and stars he had made of fabrics. They were called some weird-ass scientific name that I don't care to remember. Through overarching windows, he carefully positione

he greeted Alasdair with a straight face, and then he lowered his head. After hearing the voice of his loyal comrade, Alasdair turned around and stared at him. “Greetings, Arphen. What brings you here?” he asked. “I’m about to share the information I got during my investigation,” Arphen responded. Alasdair walked towards the table and sat on a chair, the usual place for their meetings. Arphen quickly followed him, taking a seat facing the headmaster’s direction. “This is about the griffin. Luna’s guardian was under the power of Algea.”

It was a brutal dance, our skills tested to their limits. "Emily, remember what we learned," Eleanor called out, her voice rising above the chaos. "Use the amulet!" I clutched the glowing amulet, feeling its power surge through me. Concentrating, I channeled its energy, directing it towards the guardian. A beam of light shot from the amulet, striking the creature and forcing it to pause. It howled in pain, the ethereal light around it flickering. Seizing the moment, Nathanial and I launched a coordinated attack. Our blades glowed with the same light, slicing through the guardian's defenses. Eleanor's magic wrapped around it, binding it in place. With a final, desperate roar, the guardian fel

I called to him. He stopped and nodded at me from over his shoulder and walked out the door leaving it slightly open. I held the jar up and inspected its contents. It’s an awful green booger looking glob and smells like mouldy tree moss. Whispering in the foyer caught my attention, so I put the jar down and leaned forward, trying to listen “Too quickly” was Artemis’ voice, “What do you mean it was too quick how is that possible?” it sounded like Roe, Gunner's mum,

I clear my throat quietly and bring myself to focus as she repeats herself once more. “Alpha Wade,” she says slowly, making sure I am paying attention this time. “I, Aliauna Fletcher, 115th Guardian of the Guardian sect, bind myself to you. It is my honor and my mission to protect you at all costs, My life is forfeit if it means that you may survive. My blade and my body are weapons for you to use as protection. I am your shield, your sword, and your confidant.” She takes the stone dagger off the pillow between us and she lifts it up to the sky.

Something more specific than all of those, and more difficult. "Armando's," Leonard said. The name was a stone dropped into still water. Daveson looked at him. Leonard's expression had shifted slightly, the micro-adjustment again, the one that meant the ground had proven different than it appeared. He said: "There's a reservation under Roarke Mark. At Armando's. I found it when I was looking this morning. It was made three weeks ago." He paused. "For two." The reservation.

“What are you doing. Why would you do that. I was about to leave this place behind. Why will you not let me go.” I broke down crying. My knees hit the wet tiles, and every feeling I had buried rose to the surface. A slap landed on my cheek and stunned me. Morgan crouched down and stared at me with an urgent, fierce expression. “Stop crying. Dying is easy, but have you thought about this. Daniel installed twenty‑four micro cameras in this house. Even your bracelet has a biometric monitor.” She grabbed the smart bracelet I had left on the counter and threw it to the floor. She crushed it under her heel.

Tamara The next morning, Earth woke me up even earlier than usual. Instead of heading straight to the dirt rings, she led me deep into the quietest part of the woods, and far away from any listening ears. She stopped near a large, fallen tree and turned to face me. The usual ease in her eyes was completely gone. "I promised I would explain the Luna Trials," Earth began, crossing her arms. "Listen carefully, because this might be the only time I'll have to explain it properly. The trials last for three days, and they are designed to test every single thing you are made of."