Book Review Guardian Novels & Stories

Four said and tried to open the book but failed miserably. "Is this thing glued together or what ?" Four huffed Gabriel let out a light chuckle "How dumb can you be to think that the book holding the secrets of entire magical kingdom could be opened by anyone. and a guardian is like you is no exception " Gabriel sarcased Four rolled his eyes as he didn't paid attention to his sarcasm. But once the words sink in his eyes widened. "How the hell did you knew?" Four asked "What did he knew?" Petris asked "That book is nothing ordinary but everything excluding ordinary and no one could even touch it let alone stealing it from a damn castle which only leaves one possibility that you......are a gua

I hated that I cared. A week ago, I would have celebrated being left alone. Now the silence made me nervous. My fingers tightened around the edge of the book. "Get a grip, Sophia," I muttered. Ethan was a Guardian. He could take care of himself. Still, the feeling wouldn't leave. I finally closed the book and stood. Maybe I should look for him. The thought surprised me. Since when was I looking for wolves? Since Ethan. I immediately pushed the thought away. The bond wasn't changing me. At least, that was what I told myself. Leaving the library, I walked toward the upper floors.

Hopefully you'll enjoy the next generation of Guardians as much as you enjoyed the first trilogy. Also, if you haven't tried it, I have a book out called The Arena. It's the first in the Elemental Dragons series. It's very different from this world of the Guardians. That book is filled with shifters and, you guessed it, dragons. That series is intended to have four books, one for each dragon.

The King spoke, and even without understanding everything about the guardians, I already had a notion that they appeared because of me—because of the heat and healing power that I unleashed tonight. Author's Note: Thank you for reading. We still have a little more left before this book ends. And if you want to know who the leads on the next book of the series are, find me on my socials - author.cassa.m - I will be announcing it today. 💖✨🦋

​There was a fireplace that ran on geothermal heat, shelves of real, physical books, and a bed draped in heavy, forest-green velvet. ​Damian stood in the doorway, looking at the room as if he were afraid it might vanish if he stepped inside. He looked at his hands the hands of a man who had pulled a manual press, fought a mercenary, and bled for a woman he’d once thought was an asset. ​"I don't know how to be this person, Aara," he admitted. "The man who doesn't have a board to report to or a stock price to maintain." ​"Then don't be that person," I said. I walked over to him, my feet silent on the thick Persian rug. I reached up and began to unbutton the remainder of his ruined shirt. "Be t

Focusing on the image of unity, of working together, Evie held the book out towards the guardian. The creature's gaze fixated on the book, its red eyes flickering with curiosity. A low rumble emanated from its throat as the images from the book seemed to bleed into its own consciousness. It tilted its head, a gesture that could be interpreted as understanding. Emboldened, Evie flipped through the pages, focusing on different emotions – trust, strength, purpose. With each image, the bond between them seemed to strengthen. The guardian's initial apprehension gave way to a sense of tentative acceptance.

I said, softer than he deserved, “who are you showing this to? Me or yourself?” “Both,” he said. “One of us will regret it.” I looked down, because sometimes the only way to keep your heart from showing is to let your eyes do the hiding. The Insurance Book was an ugly miracle. Nothing in it could save a person. Everything in it could destroy a family. He tucked the false floor back in and shut the lid. The cedar breathed out a little past, grateful for the cover. The guard at the glass door knocked with the back of his knuckles, the sound careful, like he hadn’t forgiven himself for having bones. His face had that washed-out look all the devout have when their god starts answering other peop

The words on the page blurred as Alessia's grip tightened on the diary. Her father's voice seemed to speak straight from the yellowed paper, pulling her backward in time. She continue reading... .... The reason why is because… Her eyes devoured the next line which reads : …I was the last living guardian of the Black Book. The room seemed to shrink, the walls pressing in around her. Her father — a guardian? Her chest rose and fell sharply as she traced the ink with trembling fingers.

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THE FINAL GUARDIAN. At the heart of the chamber, **Kyra** stood facing the towering pedestal holding the ancient book. The trials had affected both her and her companions, however, their resolve remained steadfast. Eldon, Marcus, and Selene stood on each side of her, their gaze locked on the guardian who had returned. The guardian's sinister light shimmered in their dark eyes. "He declared you have shown your worth," he stated. However, the ultimate challenge still exists. To win the book, only one person can challenge me.