Romans & histoires Artemis Fowl: The Last Guardian

One lunged toward the nearest guard, not to kill, but to force a reaction. That was confirmation enough. This wasn’t random. “Contain,” I ordered. “Do not pursue past the line.” They withdrew just as cleanly as they entered. The wards sealed behind them with a shudder, silver light snapping back into place. The forest fell silent again — too silent. Even the insects refused to sing. I turned just as Artemis appeared at the edge of the clearing. She hadn’t been ordered there. She simply was. A guard stumbled near the ward line, clutching his side, blood soaking through his tunic where a rogue’s blade had caught him. Before anyone could stop her, Artemis lifted her small hands.

I inwardly cringed, but outwardly returned the hug. “Doing the best I can Wyatt” I said throwing a hint of sadness in my voice. I knew I needed to play my cards right. He didn’t know that I had found and killed my own mate so I could use this to my own advantage. He pulled out of the hug and looked around my leg at Artemis. “And who is this little treasure?” He asked with a friendly smile. I looked down at Artemis and smiled at her before looking at Wyatt. “This is my pup, Artemis”

The line clicked as I pressed the phone to my ear. “You’ve grown beautifully,” Selene complimented softly, her voice clear and heartwarming. Her eyes dipped, roaming over me in a motherly way, smiling proudly while saying, “No need to worry about your friends. My wardians, the ancestral guardians you summoned, will protect them. So you and I can have a good talk.” Relief rushed through me so sharply, I exhaled. My shoulders dropped, my spine loosening. They were okay. “Ten minutes before the watchlords get here,” Artemis interjected flatly, still feeding her panda.

The line between friend and foe blurred, and trust became a precious commodity in this dangerous game. In the final showdown, as the forces of darkness closed in, we faced the ultimate test of our love and resilience. It was a battle that transcended the physical realm, a battle fought with courage, wisdom, and unwavering determination. As the dust settled and the artifact was secured, we stood on the precipice of a new era—a world forever changed by the revelations and the battles we had fought. The Guardians vowed to protect the artifact, ensuring its power would never be misused again.

Olivia Arthur’s words flip a switch in the people behind us. They charge at the guardians with deep howls, gripping the handle of their flashing swords. I stomp on the closest guardian's foot and elbow him in the face. He steps back enough for me to slip between him and the next guardian. This happens quickly, too quickly. So quickly that I don't realize what I'm doing until it has happened. A few feet away from me, Arthur is snapping his sword down on a guardian. He catches his unprotected shoulder and the man sinks to his knees with a growl. Arthur delivers the final blow and moves on to the next guardian.

Alexa says and they all laugh. The day for Horace to leave came around and it just made Mercedes sad. She was trying to come to terms with it but she was still a mother. She couldn't just harden her heart amd watch her baby leave. It was going to be painful to do so. Before he leaves, Mercedes decided to make a little bracelet and tied it around his wrist. She knows that his father will shower him with love and protect him but she still wanted to do something for him to ensure that. She and Alexa cast a protection spell on the bracelet so that he is safe. The last night was the hardest. She suddenly felt unsettled and something didn't feel right.

A sensation of falling enveloped Karistus, her vision fading to black as she plummeted from the astro plane back to Earth, bound to the soul of the tiny baby known as Latona Dalarosa Marcello. The moment the wolf's spirit entered the baby, the bracelet formed on the little girls wrist, her initials LDM glowing bright against the forests darkness, and Artemis ran, Latona held protectively against his warm chest, the royal prince separated from his beloved Azrialla fleeing with one thought in his mind, "Their baby must live at all costs." Azrialla stopped fleeing, watching as Artemis ran with their daughter, charged with the task of hiding her from the evil that stalked them.

Finally, his flat voice returned: "Does Velora Ashwyn not prefer the taste of the Vexley marrow-soup above all other tribute?" The link severed before Selith could reply. The juvenile beta blinked in the quiet room, the implication clicking behind his amber irises—of course! If he utilized the High Matron's failing health as a tribal mandate, Lardon’s wolf would be genetically bound by honor to stoke the fires. "Thalia, my claws are stepping away from the mainframe for the afternoon watch; ensure the guard-scouts maintain the perimeter encryption," I said, locking my terminal screen as the chronometer ticked toward three o'clock.

"Hop in, Mr. Crowe! If we leave now, you'll still make it to the airport in time." Very soon, I left the base behind in their car. As I looked at the place where I had spent the last five years, I realized there was not even the slightest trace of attachment left in my heart anymore. The wind outside the window still blew relentlessly across the desert. But somehow, against my face, it no longer felt so cold. Leaning back against the seat, I watched the lights of the base grow farther and farther away in the rearview mirror. The corners of my lips slowly curled upward.

Varek shoved Aria behind him. “Who’s there?” he growled. A figure stepped into view. She wore a cloak of moss and bones, her face lined with centuries. But her eyes—sharp and golden—held familiarity. “You shouldn’t be here, Crescent daughter,” the woman rasped. Aria narrowed her eyes. “You know me?” “I knew your grandmother. The last true Luna of the Crescent Line.” Varek’s expression twisted. “Who are you?” The woman bowed slightly. “I am Lysra, last of the Vale Guardians. We were charged with protecting the seals that keep the Ancient One imprisoned.”