Novel & Cerita Blades Of The Guardians Anime

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Axel, lift me. “Axel…run...werewolves,” I mumbled, trying to regain my balance. “What did you say?” A thunderous roar astounds us. I crawled, pulling Axel inside the weapon room. I rested a bit, blinking my eyes and shaking my head. “Erin, are you okay? What’s happening?” Axel palms my cheeks, shaking me. I nodded, but I was struggling to focus. “Axel!” a roar brings a chill to my bones. He’s here. We’re dead. It instantly clears my head. I took the silver weapons and gave some to Axel.

The Guardians are not obligated to kill any souls without a proof. Just like angels, Guardians are enchanting creatures with a pair of golden wing. So, you’ll know when you spot one. They’re so beautiful unlike any other creatures. The girl moves her leg away from Onyx. She draws her arrow back. Onyx stands up and brushes his clothes slightly. “You didn’t kill me.” Onyx says. The girl giggles. “Don’t be so conceited. You’re not worth my time.” She says. Onyx burns with anger. However, he holds it in because he knows he doesn’t stand a chance against a guardian.

Its body was marked with old scars and armor made from broken bones. A guardian. It let out a low growl, more breath than sound, and charged. I met it with steel. The fight was fast. Brutal. I dodged its first strike. Slashed across its side. It swung again, nearly knocking me down. Kye and Rowan arrived just in time, driving their blades into its legs. Mira came from behind and leapt onto its back, plunging her knife into its neck. It fell with a heavy splash, black sludge spilling out as it sank into the mud.

“Watch. Learn. Move with me. You are not alone.” Serenya exhaled shakily, letting Solana’s energy flow through her. The fear didn’t vanish, but it became a current she could ride instead of sink under. The Guardians struck. Koa lunged, teeth flashing in neon green, slamming toward her with lethal precision. Maggie’s wings unfurled above her, sending shockwaves of wind, claws slashing through the air. Athena circled low, swift and cunning. Nalia’s phoenix swooped in flames, feathers brushing sparks into her path. Isolde’s vampire form pressed forward with shadows that slithered like living darkness, eyes burning crimson.

I grip my blade tighter, heart racing. The trial shifts, shadow-beasts lunging from the void, claws of chaos slashing. I dodge, blade flashing, lunar mark flaring. Each strike tests my balance, light and shadow warring within. A vision hits—Veyra’s death, my fault. “You failed her,” the guardian taunts. Pain stabs my chest, but Theryn’s words echo. I slash a beast, voice raw. “I saved her soul.”

They serve as bodyguards and generals should the need rise yet they possess god-like skills in close-quarter combat. The Blade masters showcased their strength in battle, cleaving several soldiers at a time and their speed could even rival that of a sport’s vehicle. Though they wear light armor the Blade masters can take hits that would normally kill a person. With the path cleared the clan master and his bodyguards kneeled before their life-giver begging for forgiveness for their late arrival. He did not care for their tardiness yet he thanked them for answering his call was more than enough to make up for their boorish behavior.

She nods to one of the guards, who steps forward with a silver blade. I try to look away, but another guard grabs my hair, forcing me to watch. I try to close my eyes, but a guard pinches my eyelids till I force my eyes open. The blade flashes in the sun. Maligils's looks at me and screams so much that I am sure that the next territory can hear it. “I LOVE YOU ALORA!” then the blade falls and my world goes quiet

--- **RHYDIAN'S POV** The fight was a kaleidoscope of horrors. The guardian fractured into a thousand selves, each wielding a shard of the Sunderblade. Rhydian's scars burned as he parried, his blood painting the glass. Eden stood motionless, the Crown's spirals spinning wildly. *"Let me in,"* Nythra whispered through him. *"Let me show you true power."* "Eden-*fight it*!" Rhydian roared, tackling him as the guardian lunged. The Sunderblade grazed Eden's arm, and the Crown *screamed*.