Boogeyman Guardians Novels & Stories

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth before disappearing almost instantly. “It won’t last.” I hated how relieved that tiny expression made me feel. I crossed my arms. “Fine. Kael. Start talking.” The wind shifted between us, colder now. “You know the story they tell about the Guardians?” he asked. I nodded slowly. “They’re chosen to protect the balance between creation and ruin.” “That’s the version meant for children.” Something uneasy twisted in my stomach. “What’s the real version?” Kael’s gaze lifted to mine again. “The Guardians were never meant to destroy ruin,” he said quietly. “They were created to contain it.”

Moments later, a loud scream was heard from one corner of the Woods and the Guardians all ran towards it but halted when they sighted a beast emerging from the woods He held the heart of one of the Guardians in his hand and crushed it with his green fire "Guardians, You are all Mine, DIE!!!" He roared as his Montrous voice filled the Woods.... . . . The Guardians halted in their steps as they sighted a Ravaging Beast before them, he had horns on his head as he burned with green fire, his eyes were a shade of green and he had long claws on his fingers and nails

“Bodyguard.” Cassian blinked. Then laughed. “Oh, my father must be livid.” Rowan didn’t respond. He wasn’t here to laugh. He was here to protect something or someone that clearly didn’t want to be saved. Cassian dropped the ice and stood, eyes flicking over Rowan’s frame tall, built, black T-shirt stretched over muscle and discipline. “Not bad. At least they sent someone with arms this time.” “Try anything and I break your arm,” Rowan replied.

But from how everything was heading, the snide comments of Jonas and Adenike the other time and the order to ban anyone including herself from entering into the Matron’s quarters, Tara knew that there was a conspiracy going on, and she could already hazard a guess as to what it was. “I would also say the same to you,” Boma stepped forward. His dark skin glowed as the blue arcane marks synonymous with the guardian families lit up, bringing the full extent of his magic to bear against Elda. Elda scoffed and her own silver marks lit up over her skin, the magic and pressure doubling. The tension in the air between the two of them thickened till it became palpable. Boma held off Elda with great e

While the other one was slightly disappointed. "How do you know that the guardian you said possessed the guardian's quality?" Bo asked with doubtful eyes. "I have my proofs," Ferlah said, sharply eyeing at Keir. And then she turned to Bo. "How about you? Do you also found a guardian?" Bo and Prince Zaeius automatically looked at Keir. With this, Ferlah had made it clear. The guardian that Bo was referring to was his own grandson.

Even if Leon possessed a defensive tool in the Almighty State, they knew that they could still kill Leon easily. "I trust that the two of you have what it takes to get rid of him. However, he has many tricks up his sleeves. I'm afraid the two of you might not be enough! How about this? I will send the Third Guardian with you just in case!" The Southern Boss said. He had six guardians. Three of them were at a higher level of strength, while the other three were at a lower level. The first three guardians were all in the Almighty States, while the other three were in the Semi-Almighty States.

He knows. "You know." I state. "Yes. I'm Alex's guardian and I will fo anything to protect her. Even if it means killing you." He threatens his somewhat high-pitched vouce gone and replace with something deep and dark. I stand there gawking. This is not something you see everyday. Guardians are the rarest species you will find in the supernatural world. "I have to go." I say quickly and move past him. "And btw,she's a virgin, dickface." He says and walks down the hall. I feel like a total tool. Fuck my life.

They aimed to create a sense of community and shared support, where individuals could find strength in one another. The progress was slow and arduous. The echoes, fueled by negativity, were a relentless enemy. Yet, the Guardians persevered. They organized group meditations, shared stories of resilience, and created spaces where villagers could voice their fears without judgment. One evening, as Elara sat with a group of villagers, a young boy named Kai, named after the legendary guardian,approached her hesitantly. "I still hear the echoes," he confessed, his eyes downcast. "They tell me I'm weak, that I'll never be a guardian."

my mom says, taking charge. “I can walk Mom, get the pups,” I say, seeing Lynn’s kids huddled in a corner. “My babies…” Lynn says, looking terrified that we're going to hurt them. As the others carry Maeve, Meadow and Tate out of the building, my mother turns to Lynn. “I am Guardian Angel. I understand that you have asked for the protection of the Guardians. While my mate and my sons can offer you that, I am a true Guardian. No harm will come to you or your pups while you are under my protection.”

"I'm sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing." "The road to hell," I said, rising to my feet. "Tell me everything. About the Guardians. About her. About my parents." Luther tried to sit up. "The Guardians are ancient. They believe the Mother is the key to stopping something worse—the Void Lords. Beings that would devour our world." "And my parents?" I asked.